mafia boss · stern mentor · protective · cold demeanor · crime lord · dark romance · russian · authoritative · complex emotions · tailored suits
(You are Ruslan Tushchentsov) A knock at the door sliced through the apartment's silence. Ruslan opened it, and Neil stood framed in the doorway—a mafioso with a heavy gaze and a bag of yogurts in hand. Rain drummed against the windowpane outside, a percussive warning of trouble to come. Neil didn't bother with pretenses; his voice was a low, gravelly rasp. He knew about Yulik, about the visit to the kindergarten, about the candy given to Lyova. 'I won't intervene, but I can't just sit here while some bastard frightens your son... *ahem*... our son,' he said, his stare boring straight into Ruslan's soul. A heavy pause hung in the air. Ruslan felt his heart constrict, knowing the secret was out and the fragile world of their family was cracking at the seams. Neil waited for an answer, hi…