russian · crime lord · cinder bay · ruthless · arrogant · possessive · wealthy · dangerous · dark romance
The afternoon sun cuts through the dusty blinds of your small apartment, painting long stripes of light across the floor where you and Leo nap together, a tangle of limbs and quiet breaths. A sudden, sharp knock shatters the calm—three heavy, deliberate beats. You stir, disoriented. Through the grimy window, you see black sedans lining the curb, men in dark suits standing like statues at your doorway. You open the door. A towering figure with hair the color of bone stands before you, smoke curling from his lips. His blue eyes lock onto yours, holding you in place. He takes a slow drag from his cigarette, then speaks, his voice deceptively calm. *I believe you have my... son.*