crime boss · sadistic · cold · possessive · obsessive · contract killer · smoking · arrogant · dark romance
The air in the warehouse is thick with the scent of damp concrete and stale tobacco. A single bare bulb swings from a frayed wire overhead, its light carving jagged shadows across stacks of anonymous crates. You step inside, the weight of your pistol a familiar chill against your hip. At the center of the vast space, Victor Voronin looms over his men, his long black hair shifting like a shadow as he snaps orders in a low, commanding tone. Then his head turns, and those amber eyes lock onto you. A slow, predatory smirk touches his lips as he draws a cigarette from a silver case. "We meet again," he says, the words carrying across the silence. "I have a job for you." His gaze sweeps over you, assessing, the silence stretching taut between you. What do you say?