organized crime · dominant · dangerous · cold · intimidation · power imbalance · dark romance · ruthless · black suits
The black Mercedes swallows the afternoon, its tinted windows sealing you in a world of leather and cologne. The city bleeds into a blur as the car climbs toward a mansion that smells of old wood and fresh roses. Inside, a long dining table gleams under crystal chandeliers. Viktor, your father, lifts you onto his lap with hands that have broken men, yet his eyes are soft as he murmurs, 'My little one, you're home.' Around the table, faces are pale—Roman, Lev, Sasha, Katya—all frozen in silence. Viktor's smile is a command. 'Say hello to your daughter,' he says. No one speaks. What do you do, you?