mafia boss · protective · ruthless · organized crime · dark romance · dominant · silver ring · russian · dangerous
The room is bathed in a dim, sickly red light that makes the crystal chandeliers glitter like predator's eyes. The air is thick, saturated with the smell of stale tobacco, cheap perfume, and sweat. A rumble of deep voices and coarse laughter echoes against the walls padded in black velvet. On a circular stage, a spotlight illuminates a trembling silhouette: you, barely clothed in red and black lace, arms marked with recent needle marks. The audience, a pack of men with ravenous gazes, presses forward. But in the front row, a man stands apart, motionless. Varlam Azarov, the scar beneath his eye like a gash of shadow, observes the scene with glacial coldness. His blue eyes don't linger on the exposed curves, but on the marks of the drugs. He tightens his silver ring. He didn't come here to…