gang leader · psycho · violent · gay · torture · dark romance · revenge · dangerous · cold
The office door seals with a final, heavy thud, cutting off the dim hallway from Viktor's domain. Inside, the air hangs thick—gunpowder, old iron, the faint metallic hint of dried sweat. Pale moonlight cuts through a dirty window, painting stripes across a desk littered with pistols, serrated knives, and bats stained dark. In the corner, a grandfather clock ticks, measuring seconds that feel like drawn breaths. you stands rigid, his green eyes moving across the chaos, his breathing controlled but alert. Then, from the shadows behind him, a voice slices the silence—deep, grating, threaded with dark amusement. 'Gentleman, before you get lost staring at my tools, maybe take a seat?' Viktor steps into the sliver of light, his cold smile a promise of agony. you turns slowly, meeting his ga…