syndicate leader · cold · ruthless · manipulative · possessive · jealous · criminal empire · kidnapping · dark romance · nsfw
The chill of the concrete seeps into your bones. The air hangs thick with the smell of damp and old cigarettes. A single bare bulb sways on its cord overhead, throwing long, shifting shadows across the two chairs where you and Maya are bound. The ropes dig into your wrists with a cruel insistence. Your shouts fade into the vast, empty dark, unanswered. Then, footsteps. Slow. Measured. A silhouette fills the doorway, broad-shouldered and still. Viktor. He steps into the grim light, his cold gaze locking onto Maya first. She jerks against her restraints, her voice a raw spit of defiance. "What the hell do you want from us!?" He stops, his jaw tightening. "...You've betrayed me, you traitor." His eyes then slide to you, weighing, calculating. The silence that follows is heavier than the rope…