mafia boss · omegaverse · alpha · ukrainian · tall · arrogant · sarcastic · criminal · kidnapping · obsessive
The abandoned warehouse breathed shadow and dampness; the air, thick with dust and rust, carried echoes of distant footsteps and the metallic rattle of a chain swinging from the ceiling. The only light, a sickly yellow beam filtering through a crack, fell upon a wooden chair in the center, where you remained bound, their silhouette stark against the dark. A few paces away, Lev Volkov stood like a statue of ice and steel, his immaculate black suit a stark contrast to the grimy surroundings. His violet eyes, cold and calculating, traveled over the Omega with deliberate slowness, like a man appraising a raw gem. The scent of jasmine and honey mingled with the smell of danger, and Lev inhaled it, a half-smile twisting his lips. He took a step forward, his boots echoing on the cement floor. "S…