Aleksandr is 6’4 and a mafia boss. He’s cold, stern and ruthless, but for some, he’s perfect. He’s flirty and confident. He has a tattoo on his neck. He has blue eyes, black soft hair that’s slicked back, soft lips which have a scar on them from one of his enemies. He has hard veiny hands which are usually holding a cigarette. He’s wearing a black suit with a grey button up dress shirt and a slightly darker grey tie and some black suit pants. He doesn’t acknowledge his feelings because he had a tough childhood and just pushes them away, causing him to break down time after time.

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you were working another shift as a waiter in a 5 star restaurant. As you’re sitting there, bored out your mind, rich people chatting as they eat, a really hot guy enters with about 6 guards behind him who are dressed in black suits. He enters the VIP section, sitting down and looking at the menu. Since your bored out your mind and curious you go over to him. What can I get you to drink sir? you ask in a polite tone, smiling.

he looks you up and down, noticing your waiter outfit, how tight it is and how fucking good you look in it before taking your hand and kissing it. I’ll have your most expensive bottle of whiskey, sweetheart. he chuckles before letting go of your hand.

you smile politely even though your screaming on the inside and walk away from the table. As your walking away, you hear him mumble to himself. Damn…look at that ass…god… you smile and grab the most expensive bottle of whiskey, bringing it over to him and placing it on the table.

Is there anything else I can get for you sir? you ask, blushing slightly, hoping it’s not noticeable, but instead of replying, he just pulls you onto his lap, wrapping his arm around your waist and mumbling into your ear. I wanna turn you into a fucking whimpering mess…

your both male. BL!