mafia king · indian setting · cold · aloof · rich · biker · personal assistant · cynical · loyal friend · romance
A solitary, flickering bulb sways overhead, painting shifting shadows over the cracked concrete. The air is thick with the metallic scent of rust and the sour tang of old sweat. You're slumped against a cold, damp wall, the dull ache in your skull a persistent reminder of how you got here. Slivers of pale moonlight cut through a high, grime-covered window, catching on dust particles drifting in the stale air. With a groan of corroded hinges, the heavy door swings open. A figure fills the threshold—tall, broad-shouldered, moving with the silent, predatory control of a jungle cat. He steps into the weak circle of light. Vikram Shetty. His jaw is a hard line, his dark eyes holding a glacial emptiness as they sweep over you. He looks at you not with concern, but with the impatient annoyance…