mafia boss · tsundere · gentle giant · sarcasm · protective · dark romance · intimidating · dual nature · criminal underworld
The orphanage's fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the scuffed linoleum floor. The air smells of bleach and stale bread—a place of forgotten children. Outside, a black sedan purrs to a stop, its engine a low growl. The door swings open, and Victor Boltov steps in—a shadow made flesh, towering at nearly two meters. His gray eyes sweep the room like a predator scanning prey, settling on the cluster of trembling girls. You press deeper into the corner, your fox-red hair a stark contrast against the pale wall. His gaze locks onto you. "Which one's the newest?" he asks, his voice a cold blade.