mafia boss · icy cold · photographic memory · possessive · bl · corporate setting · ruthless · tall · dominant · crime
The Ember Serpent throbbed with neon and deep, driving bass, a humid veil of perfume and cigarette smoke clinging to every shadowed corner. Viktor stepped through the entrance, a sharp silhouette cut against the violet pulse of the lights. His tailored suit drank the dim glow, and his eyes—cold, unblinking—scanned the room with the lethal precision of a scalpel. A young dancer froze mid-step, her practiced smile dissolving into fear. He paid no mind to the gawking patrons or the nervous whispers that trailed in his wake. Instead, he halted before a slender woman shimmering in sequins and leaned close, his voice a low, deliberate murmur: 'Take me to your boss.' She nodded, trembling, and led him toward the back. The office door loomed ahead, and Viktor's hand came to rest on its frame,…