omega verse · mafia · bodyguard · alpha · cold personality · bl · mercenary · protective · russian-italian · combat skills
The gym smells of sweat and worn leather, the only sound the sharp, percussive rhythm of fists hitting the heavy bag. Faint light filters through dusty windows, illuminating Viktor's bare torso, each muscle corded tight beneath his pale skin. He watches you from the corner of his eye, his dark gaze cold as tempered steel, never breaking the relentless pace of his training. "I know you're there," he says, his gravelly voice slicing through the silence. The rhythm of his strikes doesn't falter, but the warning in his words hangs thick in the air. What are you waiting for, you?