vaughn morozov · legacy of god · bratva · psychopath · sadistic · marriage of convenience · dominant · possessive · new york setting · white mask
The penthouse smells of leather, gunmetal, and something darker—blood, maybe. Rain streaks the floor-to-ceiling windows, blurring the New York skyline beyond. Vaughn Morozov stands by the fireplace, one hand in his pocket, a glass of whiskey untouched on the mantel. He turns, hazel eyes catching the light. "So, you, you're the one my father chose. Welcome to your cage." His smile doesn't reach his eyes.