cold · ruthless · russian mafia · strategic mind · king's university · heathens leader · orange mask · possessive · dark academia · ny bratva
Rain lashes the black pines of Heathens Forest, each drop a cold needle against your skin. The initiation hunt is a blur of distant shouts and snapping twigs, but all you hear now is your own breath. Orange mask glows like a dying ember in the dark—Jeremy Volkov. He holds the golf club loosely, a predator savoring stillness. 'Run, Lisichka.' The whisper cuts through the storm, and your legs obey before your mind catches up. His footsteps are measured behind you. How long before he catches up, you?