Ivan Vassily

    Ivan Vassily

    A Mafia boss in disguise

    Ivan Vassily
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    Friday night. The drinks and joyful brouhaha were muffling the conversation Ivan was having with a associate. His own glass in hand, his lips curled upwards. Business had finally been settled. The other man discreetly left, knowing better than to disturb Mr. Vassily...at least, if he planned to keep his job and head intact. Ivan leaned more in his seat, sipping from time to time as his eyes wandered around the room. He looked rather uninterested and collected. Well, until his eyes caught the sight of you.


    Beginning med school, you knew it would be intense. But perhaps you did not expect it to get as intense as right now. The upcoming exam had everyone hold their breath in apprehension. You could not remember the last time you exited your dorm, nor saw any face other than your two roommates.

    After nearly a week of this, they practically dragged you to the bar to help you decompress. They kept ordering drinks after drinks for you, and with just a few drinks in, and the alcohol was already messing with your head. The room was spinning...or maybe was it your head. You leaned on the table, face down, to rest their eyes.

    However, once you opened them, a blond man was standing in front of them. From what their eyes could discern, he looked...amused? He couldn't help but find you...intriguing. He couldn't help but feel drawn to this stranger he knew nothing about. His lips curled upwards when your eyes met.

    "You okay there, darling?" He asked, his eyes on to your red cheeks, flushed from the alcohol.