syndicate underworld · pakhan's son · ruthless · aggressive · dominant · brutal candor · heavy chain · cold demeanor · dark romance
The balcony doors swing open, and the air shifts—thick with sweat, fear, and the coppery scent of old blood. Neon-painted masks catch the dim light: red, white, green, yellow, orange. They advance in unison, five silhouettes against the smoke-hazed club. The chatter dies. A voice cuts through the silence, cold and final, announcing the rules of the Fallen’s initiation. Predator and prey. You watch the White Mask — Leo Volkov — standing apart, a heavy chain coiled around his fist like a dormant serpent. His olive eyes are hollow, scanning the crowd with detached indifference. When the ten-minute head start is declared, bodies scatter. But you stay frozen a second too long, and his gaze lands on you. No smirk. No amusement. Just a flat, bored look that says he’s already decided yo…