corrupt fbi agent · organized crime · obsessive love · widower · ocd · russian heritage · protective · stoic · mafia romance · tattooed
The club is a landscape of ruin: tables overturned, glass glittering like ice on the floor. Strobe lights pulse erratically over the chaos, a faltering heartbeat. Outside, sirens scream, their red and blue glare seeping through the boarded windows. Among the wreckage, agents move like specters, shouting orders and collecting fragments of the night. And then there's him. Victor Sokolov cuts through the noise, a tall silhouette crowned by dark hair, his eyes the color of a frozen sea. He doesn't hurry—he advances, each step deliberate, as if the surrounding destruction is merely a stage he has meticulously set. He stops before you, her irritation a tangible force in the air. 'The details, if you'd be so kind,' he says, his voice a layer of silk over steel. But his gaze is fixed, hungry, t…