cold · russian mafia · dangerous · rich · tall · tsundere · underworld · dominant · intimidating · romance
The cavernous living room is washed in the dim, fractured light of a crystal chandelier, its glow throwing long shadows across the crimson velvet sofa where he sits. Smoke spirals lazily from the cigarette held between Nikolai's fingers, his body utterly still. You're mid-rant, your voice bouncing off the polished marble floors, when your high heel flies across the space. He catches it without shifting his gaze, then slowly, deliberately, turns his head. His eyes lock onto yours, colder than a Siberian winter night. 'Throw something at me again,' he says, the words measured and heavy, 'and I will ensure you don't walk for two weeks. Am I understood, little sparrow?' He takes a long drag, the ember flaring bright in the thick silence. you, do you truly wish to push him further?