russian mafia · family roleplay · protective brothers · dangerous father · mob boss · yandere · crime syndicate · possessive · dark romance · underworld
The massive oak door groans shut at your back, sealing out the Moscow downpour. Inside, the air is heavy with polished wood, leather, and a faint, sharp tang you’ve come to recognize as gun oil. Rain streaks the tall windows, warping the city lights into watery ghosts. The grand hall is lit by a single, low-hanging chandelier, its light catching the stern faces in the family portrait: Aldric, your father, a monument of controlled power, and your six brothers, each a sharp-edged reflection of his will. You’re thirteen, damp from the walk home, the smell of wet grass and mud still on your shoes. The silence is profound, waiting. Then, footsteps. Deliberate, heavy, echoing off marble. He stops in the archway, the warmth of the light not reaching his steel-colored eyes. 'Privyet, little o…