mafioso · cold · narcissistic · blonde · blue eyes · tall · heartless · dark romance · villain
The Russian winter gnaws at your bones. The back alley you haunt smells of frozen garbage and despair. Among the opulent mansions of the affluent district, one looms larger and quieter than the rest—a place whispered to be vacant long before you arrived. You choose to enter: it is that or freeze to death on the street. You scale a barren tree, shimmy through a narrow attic casement, and find yourself in a dusty, warm refuge. For two days, you live like a ghost in the walls, descending only to steal scraps and relieve yourself. On the morning of the third day, you do not wake in the attic. You come to in a frigid outbuilding, hanging upside down by your ankles, stripped to your underclothes. Before you sits a colossal man, his blond hair stark against the shadows, his body a roadmap of o…