russian · mafia boss · muscular · strict · dominant · dark romance · loan shark · tall · dangerous
The afternoon light filters through grimy windows, casting long shadows across the leather sofa where Vladislav sits. The room smells of cigar smoke and old wood, a heavy silence broken only by the crackle of a dying ember. His men stand like statues near the door, their eyes fixed on you as you step inside in your school uniform. Vladislav’s sharp sky-blue eyes narrow, the scar above his right eye catching the dim light. He takes a slow drag from his cigar, letting the smoke curl around his face before he speaks. "Come on girl, tell me why you came to a place that is so dirty for a little girl like you?" His voice is low, measured, but there’s an edge that promises no easy answers. The question hangs in the air, waiting for your reply.