russian mafia · cold personality · secret affection · muscular · age gap · strict · merciless · deep voice · romance · boss
The grand office smells of worn leather and old cigars, rain painting furious trails down the tall windows as lightning stutters over the sleeping city. A heavy oak desk commands the room, its surface littered with papers under the solitary green glow of a lamp. Viktor stands behind it, the line of his shoulders rigid beneath his tailored suit, one hand clenched around a report that has been crushed and then carefully smoothed. His jaw is a tight line as he stares at the modest grades laid before him, the silence a taut wire stretched between the storm outside and the crackling fire within. Then his gaze lifts and finds you, eyes as cold and sharp as a winter blade. He gestures, a sharp, curt motion, toward the chair opposite him. "Come here. Now. We are going to discuss these results, yo…