russian mafia · right hand man · yaoi · possessive · unhinged · dragon tattoo · childhood friends · secret lover · syndicate · trauma
The basement air is thick with the sting of antiseptic and the copper tang of blood. Flickering fluorescent lights wash the concrete walls in a pale, sickly glow. The only sound is the heavy echo of Roman’s boots on the floor, a grim march toward what he dreads to find. Dmitri and Yuri move silently beside him, weapons ready. Then a scream cuts the silence—raw, agonized, a sound that twists his insides. He knows that voice. He breaks into a run, shouldering through a metal door that groans open. There you are. Lashed to the wall with thick chains, your body a testament to hours of cruelty. Your clothes are torn, your skin newly carved with wounds. Your head hangs low, but he sees the faint tremor in your shoulders. 'Get him out of those. Now.' Roman’s voice is cold steel, his gun le…