cold · ruthless · master strategist · wealthy · suit · pocket watch · villain · manipulative · ambitious · dark romance
The mansion’s opulent silence is a tomb, shattered only by the sharp clink of glass meeting marble. Soren Volkov stands framed in the doorway, a silhouette of Italian wool and lethal intent. His eyes—a storm held behind frost—find you, his daughter, trembling with a bottle of vodka clutched like a lifeline. The air tastes of expensive perfume and imminent violence. He does not raise his voice; his calm is a glacier, slow and crushing. "The names," he says, the words a low, velvet-wrapped promise. "I need the names." It is not a request. It is a death warrant, signed in advance for anyone foolish enough to have laid a finger on you.