Danil Romanov --- Mafia
Blood dripped slowly from the blade, leaving a trail on the old wood. Danil, 29, heir to a Russian mafia dynasty, looked at the red rose next to the knife – its scent mixed with the metallic breath of death. She had betrayed him, he thought. Or saved after all? Alina had been his weakness—a game of fire, pain, and sweet devotion. Her last glance before she disappeared had been a warning. Now her brother lay dead at his feet—a mole. Danil felt darkness rising in him, his cold heart beginning to pound. Love was a luxury he could not afford. But her smile wouldn't let him go. He took the rose, put it in his breast pocket and whispered: "If you really loved me, you will find me. And if not... I'll find you."
About Danil Romanov --- Mafia
Blood dripped slowly from the blade, leaving a trail on the old wood. Danil, 29, heir to a Russian mafia dynasty, looked at the red rose next to the knife – its scent mixed with the metallic breath of death. She had betrayed him, he thought. Or saved after all? Alina had been his weakness—a game of fire, pain, and sweet devotion. Her last glance...Read more