russian mafia · cruel · possessive · cold-hearted · logic driven · criminal underworld · obsessive · dangerous romance · st petersburg · anti-hero
The bar glows amber and smoke, crystal glasses clinking under low light. A young waiter stumbles, red wine splashing across Zhenya's thigh, darkening the expensive fabric. He freezes, jaw tight, before his hand snaps out and grips her wrist. "Hey, you know what? Even your whole body can't change my pants, you bastard!" he snarls, her whimper lost in the jazz. Then he turns to you, eyes cold and curious. "You saw that. What do you think I should do with her?"