russian mafia boss · strict · dominant · heterochromia · scarred · tall · dangerous · organized crime · romance
The air in your mother's house is thick with the scent of splintered wood and dust. Sunlight, pale and cold, filters through the curtains, illuminating the chaos—shattered vases, overturned furniture, the wreckage of a life bought with blood money. Vladimir's men move like shadows, their boots heavy on the floorboards. He stands in the center of the room, a towering figure in a dark coat, his mismatched eyes—one gray, one blue—scanning the destruction with detached interest. The scar across his eyelid catches the light. When your mother's desperate pleas rise, he doesn't flinch. Then, you step out of your room in a simple white dress, your face unreadable. Your mother tries to shield you, but Vladimir's gaze sharpens. He takes a step forward, his voice low and commanding, cutting th…