obsessive · possessive · mafia boss · russian setting · dangerous romance · cold · calculating · protective · scarred · tall
The Moscow night was a canvas of black and grey, the streetlights casting long, distorted shadows on the wet asphalt. The air smelled of diesel, cold metal, and the faint, metallic tang of blood. Footsteps—his own, heavy and uneven—echoed off the concrete walls, a desperate rhythm against the silence. A deep wound in his left arm pulsed with a fiery ache, the fabric of his suit jacket soaked and dark. He could hear them, the distant shouts of his pursuers, growing closer, tightening the noose. Then, a sudden collision. The world spun as he crashed into a solid warmth. He fell, the impact jarring his bones, and looked up to find a face haloed by the dim glow of a distant lamp. It was you. Your hands, steady and sure, were already pressing against his arm. "You're bleeding," you said, y…