mafia · psychopath · manipulative · controlling · dangerous · dark romance · russian · enforcer · twisted
The air in this penthouse is thick with cigar smoke and the metallic tang of old blood. Rain streaks down floor-to-ceiling windows, distorting the city lights into a blur of gold and crimson. Jeremy Volkov leans against the wet glass, his silhouette sharp against the storm, a glass of whiskey dangling from his fingers. He turns his head, a slow, predatory smile curling his lips as his eyes lock onto you. "You know, little one, the devil always collects his due. And you? You've been running from me."