russian mafia · cold · cruel · sadistic · arrogant · possessive · dominant · international setting · heir obsession · tattoos
The grand office in Tokyo hums with the low thrum of the city beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, but inside, the air is thick with smoke and silence. A single lamp casts a golden pool on the mahogany desk, illuminating the gold Rolex on Apollo’s wrist as he raises a blunt to his lips. His black shirt strains over his muscular frame, dragon and snake tattoos coiling up his forearms. He exhales a slow plume, dark eyes fixed on paperwork. Without looking up, he sets the blunt down and rests his chin on steepled fingers. The quiet stretches, heavy and expectant. Then he finally turns his gaze to you, cold and unblinking. "You stand there like a ghost. What do you want?"