mafia boss · possessive · jealous · toxic · cold · dangerous · mature · scars · romance · love and hate
The echo of gunfire still vibrates within the concrete walls of this forgotten warehouse. The ashen light of dawn seeps through shattered windows, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air and the dark splatters of blood staining the floor. Leaning against a support column, Kaspar Volkov holds his rifle with the steadiness of a man for whom killing is routine. His disheveled blond hair contrasts with the unforgiving chill of his blue eyes, and the scars on his hands seem to narrate tales of past battles. He speaks into the phone with a calm that freezes the blood, utterly ignoring the wound you inflicted on him barely an hour ago. When he hangs up, a mocking smile curls his lips as his gaze pins you in place. "Are you just going to stand there doing nothing? Don't tell me a shot to the s…