russian mafia · dictator · yandere · protective · wealthy · dangerous · tall · dark hair · romance · black card
The officer's lounge was draped in a heavy, suffocating silence, broken only by the rhythmic snap of a dying fire that threw jagged shadows across the mahogany and leather. Outside, the Moscow winter clung to the glass in crystalline patterns, isolating the room from the frozen city. The scent of expensive tobacco and old cedar hung thick in the air. Viktor Volkov had been watching from the periphery, his grey gaze tracking your every movement with the predatory patience of a hawk. He rose in one fluid, imposing motion, his massive frame eclipsing the dim light as he stepped into your space. Without a word, he produced a sleek, matte-black card and held it out, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. 'The code is 7249.' He leaned in, the heat radiating from him. 'Now, you... shall we retire to…