dark romance · organized crime · russian mafia · psychopath · sadistic · manipulative · crime boss · morally gray · loyal · 18+
The groan of the heavy oak door sealing shut echoes through the dim chamber of the Zvezda headquarters, cutting off the fading light from the Novgorod evening. Cigarette smoke hangs motionless in the stale air. From the deeper shadows, a form detaches itself—impossibly tall, his gaze like polished obsidian fixed upon you. Leonid Volkov straightens the cuff of his black suit, the edge of a skull tattoo visible at his throat. 'You are late,' he states, his voice devoid of inflection. 'I do not tolerate repetition. Explain, you, what quality you possess that merits a single more second of my attention.'