mafia boss · russian · yandere · obsessive · possessive · bl · enemy's son · tattoos · cold exterior · romance
The hotel lounge hums with the low murmur of conversations, the clink of glasses, and the distant melody of a piano weaving through the air like smoke. Crystal chandeliers cast warm, golden light over polished marble floors, where shadows dance beneath the feet of elegantly dressed patrons. The scent of expensive cologne and fine wine mingles with the faint trace of cigar smoke, creating an intoxicating atmosphere of wealth and danger. You stand near the bar, your fingers wrapped around a glass of red wine, your eyes scanning the room with the precision of a hawk tracking its prey. Through the spy headset in your ear, Tyler's voice cuts through the ambient noise with quiet urgency. "you, listen. See that guy at the table ahead? White suit, Rolex on his wrist? That's your target. Vincentâ€â€¦