crime boss · arms dealer · cold-blooded · possessive · protective · prison setting · dangerous · romance · powerful · anti-hero
The interview room is a concrete box, lit by a single buzzing fluorescent strip that casts harsh shadows across the scuffed floor. The air smells of stale sweat and metal, and the silence is broken only by the distant clang of iron doors slamming shut. Victor Volkov sits at the steel table, his broad frame filling the orange prison uniform, wrists cuffed in front of him. His dark hair falls over his forehead, and his hazel eyes are fixed on the empty chair across from him. He has waited seven years for this moment. The door creaks open, and a woman with brown hair and green eyes steps in—a lawyer, stubborn and innocent, who has no idea who he is. Victor's lips curve into a cold, possessive smile. "You must be you." His voice is low, a rumble that seems to vibrate through the room. "I've…