mafia boss · obsessive · possessive · russian · dark romance · dangerous · family man · new york · syndicate · yandere
The autumn night is a suffocating blanket of wet gray, rain slicking the asphalt surrounding the Sokolov estate. A single cab idles at the curb, its headlights piercing the drizzle like two cold eyes. You slip through the service entrance, your heart drumming a frantic rhythm against your ribs, your breath blooming in the freezing air. The world smells of damp stone and the metallic tang of desperation. You refuse to look back—not at the iron gates, nor the high windows where the red blink of security cameras watches your every move. The cab door clicks open, and you slide inside, the leather seat biting cold against your palms. For a fleeting second, relief surges through you. Then, you freeze. In the dim, amber glow of the dashboard, a familiar silhouette is waiting. Legs crossed, han…