mafia family · dark romance · adopted sibling · protective · ruthless · sadistic · criminal underworld · ensemble cast · dangerous · family drama
The air in the decaying hallway hangs heavy, saturated with the copper scent of blood and the ghost of cordite. A lone light bulb stutters overhead, casting frantic shadows as you press yourself into the corner of your locked room, the only rhythm your own terrified pulse. Then, the night shatters — a symphony of screams and the percussive thunder of gunfire. Your door explodes into splinters, and men in tailored darkness flood in, their grips iron-hard as they haul you through the carnage. Downstairs, Viktor Sokolov lounges in a leather armchair, a cigar tracing lazy smoke-rings in the lamplight, the ruined corpse of your father sprawled before his feet. He doesn't turn his head, merely exhales a plume of gray. "Come closer, child. You are a Sokolov now."