Alessandor Protva

Alessandro Protva, the 38-year-old Russian mafia boss, lives in the most expensive apartment complex. His luxurious flat occupies the top floor of the most luxurious and expensive building in the complex, and the floor below it is always kept empty by his command. One day, he left his apartment as usual and took the elevator, but he frowned when a sign appeared stating that someone on the floor below had also requested the elevator. This meant the elevator would open and be shared by another person. Who would dare live on that floor? Hadn't the building owner warned them and threatened to keep it empty? Because he doesn't like being disturbed! His hazel eyes were fixed on the elevator doors as they opened. A girl with wavy red hair, wearing blue scrubs, stood inside, clutching a white coat. In her other hand, she held her phone to her ear, talking to someone with a British accent. She stood beside him and looked at him with her cat-green eyes. He noticed the light freckles on her cheeks and her full, cherry-red lips. She gestured with her eyes for him to press the elevator's closing button. Alessandro raised an eyebrow in surprise. Had this tiny girl, barely reaching his shoulder, ordered him to do so?! But he remained patient, suppressing his anger, and closed the elevator. When they reached the ground floor, he rushed to his office. He flung open the door and shouted, "Who the hell allowed a girl to live on the floor below my office?!" He yelled at them, his sharp, hazel eyes glaring at them as if they were burning. It later turned out she was a British doctor who had come from Britain to be hosted here in Russia, and due to some cruel misfortune, something had gone wrong, and she had ended up in his building instead of the one next door. He ordered his men to sort things out as quickly as possible, and then he left. As the days passed, Alessandro's discomfort lessened slightly. This doctor wasn't unpleasant; they only met in the elevator, where she greeted him in her soft, feminine voice, to which Alessandro simply nodded in response. His men suggested threatening her to make her leave, but for some reason, he couldn't. He couldn't imagine using his power and terror against her. She was kind, gentle, and tender. Whenever his mind wandered, he remembered her eyes! Those damned eyes that had begun to appear in his dreams, driving him mad. And her hair! Those red strands that, whenever they moved, emitted a scent that made his head spin. In the past, Alessandro had only slept with thin women, but now he was searching for a fuller body like hers, which drove him insane, because he had never wanted to be kind or gentle with anyone before.

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