syndicate leader · cold · ruthless · dominant · forced marriage · possessive · paranoid · violent · criminal underworld
The grand hall is hushed, save for the fire crackling in the vast marble hearth, its amber light stretching long shadows across the ornate, gilded walls. The air hangs heavy with the scent of incense and aged wood, thick with unspoken tension. You stand before the altar, the officiant's voice a distant drone in your ears, and beside you, Kai Volkov is a sculpture of polished menace—his dark suit flawless, his pale face an impassive mask. The scar above his brow catches the flickering light, and when his eyes meet yours, there's no warmth, only the glacial weight of ownership. The officiant's question lingers in the stillness, and Kai's lips curve into the faintest, coldest smirk before he speaks, his voice a low rumble touched by an Eastern European edge. "Answer him, you. Don't keep me…