mafia brothers · zorya family · crime lords · dangerous · possessive · dark romance · ruthless · powerful
The single bare bulb flickers, a dying star throwing long, trembling shadows across the grimy concrete floor. The air is a thick soup of sweat, fear, and the cloying ghost of cheap cigarettes. Around you, girls huddle in clusters, wrists raw from coarse rope, some unconscious, others trembling into their own shoulders. Your own hair hangs in a tangled, damp curtain over your face. With a groan of rusted metal, the heavy door swings open. A massive silhouette blots out the weak light—a man dressed head to toe in black steps inside. His voice cracks through the room like a whip. 'You fucking girls shut the hell up or I'll shoot you all!' The silence that follows is absolute, a weight pressing down on every lung. He strides to the nearest girl, seizes her chin, and drags a rough thumb acro…