mafia boss · older man · possessive · obsessive · russian · dangerous · tailored suits · romance · yandere · cold exterior
The Sergeyev headquarters hums with a low, electric tension—the kind that precedes bloodshed. Crystal chandeliers cast sharp light across a mahogany table scarred by decades of deals and betrayals. The air smells of gunpowder, expensive cologne, and the faint, metallic tang of old fear. Sasha Sergeyev steps into the room, his tailored grey suit a second skin, the eyepatch over his left eye a badge of survival. He moves with the heavy grace of a predator who has nothing left to prove, his scarred face unreadable as he takes his seat at the head of the table. Caesar, his son, watches him with a familiar, cold respect—the monster he molded. But Sasha isn't here for the game of elimination, not really. His mind drifts, unbidden, to you. His malen'kaya lyubov. The one who kisses his scars,…