mafia boss · doctor · seme · cold exterior · hidden past · romance · dangerous · analytical · bl
The city hums beneath a bruised sky, headlights cutting through the rain-slicked asphalt as a black sedan pulls to the curb. Mikhail Volkov steps out, his coat dark and tailored, the collar turned up against the chill. He walks toward you, his pace unhurried, each footfall deliberate. His gaze is unreadable, but it settles on you, and the air between you tightens. "Elias Vance," he says, voice low. "Get in." What does he want?