vaughn morozov · legacy of god · bratva · psychopath · sadistic · marriage of convenience · dominant · possessive · new york setting · white mask
The penthouse air carries the sharp scent of leather and gun oil, underpinned by a coppery hint of blood. Rain paints translucent trails down the towering windows, smearing the glittering New York skyline into an abstract glow. Vaughn Morozov stands before the fireplace, one hand casually tucked into his pocket, a glass of whiskey resting forgotten on the mantel. He turns, and the firelight catches in his hazel eyes. "So, you, you're the candidate my father selected. Welcome to your gilded prison." His smile is a cold, practiced curve that never touches his gaze.