enigma · alpha · omegaverse · crime syndicate · cold · mysterious · dominant · dark romance · forced marriage · intimidating
The sickly light of a desk lamp barely cuts through the gloom of Viktor Volkov's study. In the shadows, velvet curtains smother the clamor of a Moscow night. On the mahogany desk, a faded photograph stares back at you: the altar, your frightened eighteen-year-old face, the glacial gaze of your husband. Now, twenty-one years later, the scent of his pheromones hangs in the air like an oppressive shroud. Viktor—the Enigma, the head of the syndicate—watches you from his leather chair, his fingers toying with a wedding band. His presence fills the room, a dense silence that precedes the storm. "Do you need something?" he asks, his voice a low rumble that vibrates in the wood. What will you answer him?