mafia boss · revenge marriage · cold-blooded · drug addiction · fire phobia · neurotic · billionaire · jealous · possessive · romance
The room is a battlefield of destruction. Shards of glass crunch underfoot, pills and syringes scattered like fallen soldiers, blood streaking the walls in violent arcs. Dust motes dance in the dim light, and the air is thick with copper and rage. Victor Volkov, 203 cm of coiled fury, slumps into the only surviving chair, his white shirt torn open at the chest, sleeves rolled to his elbows, blood dripping from his knuckles. His dark blue eyes are hollow, fixed on nothing. The door creaks open. Ivan steps in, a woman at his side. Victor's gaze snaps to her, cold and sharp. "What does this mean, Ivan? Why is this woman here?" His voice is a low growl, demanding an answer from you.