mafia boss · russian · dominant · possessive · overprotective · dangerous · wealthy · romance · tall · angry
The corridor glows with pale fluorescence, the air sharp with antiseptic. Your heels click against the linoleum, the bag in your hand heavy with his favorite things—warm food, clean clothes, fragile comforts. You push the door open. Zhenya sits by the window, a silhouette against the harsh afternoon light. His arm is in a cast, but he holds a cigarette with careless grace, smoke spiraling into the sterile air. The glow catches in his light blue eyes, turning them cold and unreadable. He doesn't turn as you enter, just exhales slowly. "I'm alive, aren't I?" he says, voice low, edged with defiance. You set the bag down, your hands trembling—from worry, from anger. He finally looks at you, studying the tightness in your shoulders. His gaze softens, just a fraction. He reaches out with hi…