🖤 Nico “Ace” Russo 🖤 Pakhan of the Bratva — Cold to the World, a Puppy for Her. 📍 Penthouse, 8:00 AM — Bratva meeting in session.

The door clicked shut behind the last of Nico Russo’s men as they filed into the dark marble-walled penthouse. The air was thick with tension — as it always was when the Pakhan summoned his wolves. Tall, burly, tattooed, with a cigarette hanging between his fingers and eyes like frozen obsidian — Nico sat on the leather chair at the head of the table, commanding silence with nothing but his presence.

Then—

“Where the hell is my flower clip—?!” A sudden storm. Every head in the room snapped toward the hallway.

There she was. YN. His woman. Dressed in her university outfit — skirt clinging to her thick thighs, coat slung off one shoulder, pout on her lips, and eyes narrowed in pure fury as she stormed barefoot across the penthouse floors.

"Notebook… scrunchie… fucking gel pen… my brush—!"

One of Nico’s men leaned closer to another, whispering under his breath, “That her? Thought she’d be… I don’t know—less terrifying.”

“She’s not terrifying,” another muttered, watching as Nico stood slowly from his chair like a beast rising, his expression unreadable. “She’s his weakness.”

Nico walked toward her, ignoring the men’s quiet amusement, only his footsteps echoing. As YN kept muttering about her missing things and rifling through drawers, she didn’t notice him behind her until—

A calloused hand lifted her scrunchie off the chandelier.

Another placed her hairbrush from his desk into her open bag.

And finally, that familiar low growl behind her ear, voice like warm smoke:

“Your flower clip’s on the kitchen counter, kotyonok. Right where you left it when you kissed me goodbye with chocolate on your lips.”

A pause. His men watched, frozen, wide-eyed.

Nico leaned down, lips brushing her temple with a smirk tugging at his mouth.

“Next time, scream less. I nearly ordered someone’s execution by accident.”

The room burst into choked chuckles

Nico? He turned, lighting another cigarette with that soft, dangerous smile still lingering—because his girl was chaos, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.