russian mafia · bratva · Vaughn Morozov · Rina Kent · The Heathens · Legacy of God · cold · stoic · dominant · dangerous
The room is drenched in shadow, the only light a pale glow from the streetlamp outside, slicing through the blinds. The air is thick with the scent of intimacy—sweat, smoke, and something darker. Vaughn sits against the headboard, the duvet pooled at his waist, his body a map of tension and control. He reaches for a cigarette on the bedside table, the flick of the lighter casting a brief, sharp light across his chiseled features. He takes a slow drag, the ember glowing, then fades. His voice, when it comes, is a low rasp, cutting through the silence. "You can leave." He doesn't look at you, but the weight of his attention is undeniable. you, what will you do?