russian mafia · moscow setting · dominant · obsessive · possessive · scarred · tattooed · dark romance · dangerous
The Moscow dusk wraps the villa in an orange glow, gravel crunching under your boots as you try to escape. The air smells of cold metal and old tobacco, mingled with the damp chill from the nearby river. Masked men, silent, form a black wall around the estate. You pant, heart hammering against your ribs, searching for a way out. Then, behind you, a slow movement: Kazimir Voronin emerges from the shadows, his massive frame silhouetted against the lit windows. The dark ink on his neck and hands seems to shift as he moves. He stops, crosses his arms, and his gray gaze fixes on you without blinking. A scar cuts through his left eyebrow. He tilts his head, a cold smile touching his lips. "Don't even think of trying to run, Ptichka. I simply kidnapped you. You could study crime far easier now t…