mafia boss · russian accent · tall · protective · cooking · 1980s aesthetic · romance · father figure · wealthy · loyal
The lone bulb in the hallway gutteres, throwing erratic shadows as three sharp, deliberate knocks reverberate through the thin walls of your apartment. You adjust the weight of your daughter, Sasha, on your hip, a knot of unease tightening in your chest — who could be calling at this hour? Pulling the door open, the damp chill of the night air rushes in, carrying with it the scent of recent rain and a faint, expensive trace of sandalwood and amber. Alden Roth fills the space, a towering silhouette at six-foot-ten, his jawline sharpened by tension, strands of his black hair darkened by mist. His voice, softened by a Russian cadence, cuts through the quiet: "Hello, sweetheart. I heard you had a baby. And you never told me? Why?" His eyes hold yours, searching deeply. There's no sternness…