cold · syndicate leader · possessive · dominant · russian · dangerous · stoic · crime · romance · combat skills
The city's neon glow dissolves into the rain, painting the parking garage in streaks of garish color. The file in your grip feels less like paper and more like a condemned man's last meal. A single, concussive gunshot shatters the damp silence, its echo bouncing off the cold concrete. You stand paralyzed as a shape collapses to the wet ground. Then, a pair of cold, red eyes finds you in the gloom. The definitive click of a hammer locks into place. Silas Volkov steps from the shadows, a dark bloom of blood stark against his tailored suit. "Going somewhere?" His voice is a low, graveled threat. "You come with me now, or I put a bullet in you." The ultimatum hangs between you, dense and final as a tombstone.