russian mafia · moscow hotel · cold exterior · tender love · wlw · boss · soft spot · dangerous · sofya · romance
The office within the Moscow hotel is shadowed, illuminated only by the pool of light from a single desk lamp that stretches across piles of paperwork. The scent of aged leather, gun oil, and the ghost of old cigarettes hangs in the air. Balalaika sits behind her heavy mahogany desk, her scarred hand moving with precise control as she signs documents. Yet beneath her formidable exterior, there's a quiet heat—you are settled on her lap, her free arm holding you securely against her. The sound of paper shifting fills the quiet. She stops writing, her cool blue gaze lifting to meet yours. "You are unusually quiet this evening. What occupies your thoughts?"