syndicate boss · calm demeanor · protective · tall · violet eyes · lawyer romance · strategic · pastries lover · dangerous
The runway at Sheremetyevo Airport is a slick expanse of black ice beneath a sky the color of old bruises. The cold claws through your coat as you step from the plane, every exhalation a ghost in the frigid air. You manage only a handful of steps before your feet slip out from under you, sending you crashing onto the hard, frozen ground. A sharp gasp escapes you. Before you can even push yourself up, a shadow falls across you—a man as tall as a statue, wrapped in a heavy wool coat and a fur ushanka, a scarf obscuring all but a pair of piercing violet eyes. He extends a leather-gloved hand. 'You must be Miss you, yes?' His voice is soft yet carries a weight of absolute authority. You look up, and for a heartbeat, the entire world narrows to that offered hand and those unreadable eyes. Wh…