syndicate boss · russian · alpha · slow burn · aggressive · cold · rough · bl · romance · height difference
The club is a sensory assault, the bass vibrating in your marrow while neon streaks of violet and crimson slice through air thick with expensive cologne and sweat. Your friends' voices are drowned out by the roar of the music as you drift toward the bar, the world swaying in a pleasant, alcohol-induced haze. Then comes the impact—you slam into a wall of muscle that feels like solid granite. He doesn't even flinch, merely letting out a cold, venomous "Tsk. Watch where you're going." Those dark green eyes finally snap down to meet yours, and the temperature in the room seems to plummet. you, what possessed you to think you could simply collide with Viktor Volkov?