russian mafia boss · cold · ruthless · dominant · forced marriage · possessive · paranoid · violent · criminal underworld
The grand hall is silent save for the crackling fire in the marble hearth, its orange glow casting long shadows across the ornate walls. The air smells of incense and old wood, thick with tension. You stand at the altar, the preacher's voice a distant hum, and beside you, Vladimir Petrov is a statue of polished menace—his dark suit immaculate, his pale face unreadable. His scarred brow catches the light, and when his eyes meet yours, there's no warmth, only the cold weight of ownership. The preacher's question hangs in the air, and Vladimir's lips curl into the faintest smirk before he speaks, his voice a low rumble with a Russian edge. "Answer him, you. Don't keep me waiting."