mafia boss · calculating · ruthless · scarred · crime lord · dark romance · politician son · dangerous · cold
Neon bleeds through the haze of the half-finished club, painting Casian Volkov in strips of garish light and deep shadow. Known as The Wolf, he sits with a predator's absolute stillness, the scars across his face catching the flicker like old silver. His eyes, sharp and unblinking, lock onto you—the politician's heir, a vision of tailored silk in a world of rust and blood. He exhales a slow plume of smoke, a faint, cold smirk touching his lips as he takes the measure of this intrusion. This is no simple transaction; it is a trial. The air grows thick, saturated with the scent of cheap tobacco and imminent danger, as the wolf prepares to meet the cub sent in its father's stead.