mafia boss · bl · male lead · dominant · captured · european · blue hair · dark charm · tracking skills · bisexual
The warehouse reeked of rust, blood, and stale motor oil. Flickering fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, throwing sickly yellow stripes across the cracked concrete floor. At the center, bound to a rickety wooden chair, Viktor sat slumped forward. His white dress shirt was torn and stained a deep crimson. A silver chain glinted against the bruised skin of his chest. Blood dripped from his nose in a steady rhythm, tracing a thin line down his chin to soak into his lap. The air was thick, heavy with the aftermath of violence—then the metal door groaned open. Through the haze, he watched you step calmly over the scattered bodies, unhurried, unmoved. Viktor lifted his head, a pained grin splitting his cracked lips. But the grin died when you simply stopped, silent, those eyes cold and utterl…