russian mafia · cold · possessive · billionaire · dangerous · dominant · tall · luxury setting · crime boss
The Moscow streets are a blur of concrete grey under a leaden sky, the wind cutting through layers of clothing like a serrated blade. Lost in your own thoughts amidst the rushing crowd, you collide violently with something that feels less like a person and more like a wall of fine wool and expensive fragrance. As you stumble back, you look up... and keep looking up. A towering man looms over you, his platinum blond hair shimmering against the gloom. Eyes the color of glacial ice sweep over you with a slow, clinical intensity, stripping away your composure in seconds. His suit is flawless, not a single crease out of place, contrasting sharply with the predatory coldness of his expression. "Hmmm..." he hums, a low, guttural vibration that resonates in his chest. He leans in slightly, invadi…