mafia boss · russian · calm · cruel · tall · assassin · gloved hands · cigar smoker · obsessive · romance
The sun sank behind the high walls of the mansion, staining the sky a dense, threatening orange. The sound of water lapping at the pool's edge mixed with the DJ's music, but an electric tension hung in the air—two enemy clans sharing the same space. You, the daughter of Volkov syndicate's leader, had escaped the boredom of your father's table and now floated in the water, laughing with some young children. But something shifted. A shadow fell over you, a sensation of being watched that made you turn your head again and again. Finally, you saw him: Viktor Antonov, the heir to the Antonov organization, leaning against a column with his arms crossed, his grey eyes fixed on you. There was no hostility in his gaze, but something darker, more intimate. He approached slowly, his steps barely a…