𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐗

Crumbling Ashes

So, this idea just popped up in my head one night on the train and once I actually got down to writing it, it was a monster. I'm unleashing it. Bear with me. It is a little dark. Only a little because well, Rosé. Duh. 

I know there's a ton of RK fics with the mafia AU dynamic, I wanted to join too hehe

Also, I have a thing called Google that is my guide to all things Russian, so if any Russian is reading this, please correct me if I'm wrong. :) 

Please let me know your thoughts and if I should continue this<3

Happy reading!

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He was hot, whoever he was.

Park Chaeyoung peeped inside the room covertly, leaning in slightly towards the cracked opening of her father's plush study. A study that was currently occupied by four men. Sitting on the chair behind the desk was Viktor Orlov, her father. Despite being a man in his early fifties, he had retained his natural stoutness and good looks that had made her mother fall in love with him instantly. He was a fair man, which was saying a lot considering the situations he handled as an elite member of the Russian Mafia, or rather, the Bratva. He could be very harsh at times, but she chalked it up to the stress he faced everyday and did not hold it against him. Not much at least. Her relationship with him had always been complicated. They loved each other fiercely, but did not express it.

Flanking her father on his right was Anatoly Knyazev. He was one of the leaders of the Bratva and had a nasty, nasty reputation. Yet, she had seen his jolly good nature, how he had made her laugh and giggle when she was a child, to how he devoted himself to expressing his love for her just so he could remain "her favorite Russian". She shook her head, smiling. He doted upon her and she him in return. But he was not her uncle at the moment. Right now, his entire demeanor screamed business. Right now, he was only Bratva.

The other two men in the room were strangers. The older man must be older than even her father, with pepper and salt hair. His back was to the door, so she couldn't look at him properly from her vantage point. But it was the other man in the room that had captured her attention. He stood slightly behind the older man, with his back to her too, but she could tell even from that how hot he would be. The white shirt he was wearing did nothing to hide how muscular his back was, and if his back was that good, she could only fantasize about his chest. She'd bet her degree he had abs. It seemed like his hands were crossed over his chest from the way his muscles flexed. Her gaze dropped lower and she swallowed. His butt looked cut out of stone. The layer of his jeans just made her want to peel it away and take a bite of that hot piece of ass.

She gulped. This was so inappropriate. Whoever he was, he was sure inspiring reactions in her she had never felt in her twenty-three years, except... she didn't want to go there. In fact, this lusting after a body seemed slightly out of character for her. She had been seeing half naked men since she was little, with varying degrees of muscles. Being the only daughter of Viktor Orlov had its limitations- one of them being the number of men she had interacted with outside the Bratva, over the years was very limited. Her only relationship had been in college.

Cha Eun woo had been her phase of rebellion during her time at MIT. She had changed her appearance and gone goth both because her father's men would have a hard time recognizing her like that and because she could. She had actually thought for a moment that she was in love with him. In fact, she had been about to take the next step in their relationship and sleep with him, when she had found out about the codes. He had been using her for his own projects and the stupid, naive girl that she had been had taken too long to see it. It had almost cost her the degree.