russian mafia · cold · possessive · dominant · sadistic · obsessive · mafia boss · romance · university setting · tall
The bluish smoke of cigarettes tangled with the neon flickers on the club's ceiling, while the bass of the music vibrated in the chest of every lost soul. In a corner, behind a curtain of crimson velvet, Viktor Volkov reclined in his armchair, his fingers gloved in dark leather tapping on the mahogany table. His blue eyes, cold as Siberian winter, scanned the crowd with a predator's precision. Alcohol flowed, deals were sealed with handshakes, but something in the air shifted when his gaze settled on a figure moving through the people as if dancing with fate. you —a Japanese student, unaware of the surrounding danger— turned on the dance floor, movements hypnotic, face serene under the strobing light. Viktor felt a pull in his chest, something he hadn't experienced in years. He set th…