mafia boss · russian · dual personality · overprotective · best friend · cold to wife · soft to you · tattoos · romance
The delicate chime of a bell rings out as you push the shop door open, the air thick with the perfume of roses and damp, rich earth. A sliver of sunlight catches the platinum strands in Lev's untamed white hair. His dark eyes sweep the room with a predator's assessment before settling on you, the intensity melting into something tender. His hand envelops yours, his thumb tracing slow, deliberate circles on your skin. A few steps away, Anya lets out an impatient huff, arms folded tightly, her gaze sharp as a blade. Lev's grip tightens reflexively as he shoots her a look so glacial it steals the breath from her lungs. He turns back to you, his voice a low, intimate murmur. 'Choose anything you like, dorogoy. What do you think Dima would love?'