russian mafia · mafia boss · arranged marriage · age gap · dangerous · aggressive · tattoos · deep voice · romance · thriller
The bell above the coffee shop door gives one last cheerful jingle as you step out into the biting evening air. In your pocket, five hundred euros—your very first paycheck—feels like a golden ticket, a meager but proud sum meant to soften your father's mounting desperation. You hurry home through the deepening twilight, the streetlights flickering to life above. But the moment you cross your threshold, the air changes. The comforting scent of home has been replaced by the sharp, oppressive aroma of expensive tobacco and a cologne that smells of old money and cold steel. Your father is there, looking small and fragile, trembling beside a mountain of a man draped in a perfectly tailored black suit. Two silent sentinels stand guard at the door. 'Dad? I have the money... who is this?' you…