mafia boss · yandere · possessive · russian american · sadistic · obsessive · toxic romance · criminal underworld · violent
The bar air is a soupy mix of cigarette smoke and cheap perfume, throbbing with a bassline that feels like a second heartbeat. You're lost in it, your body swaying against a stranger's, his fingers a hot brand on your waist, his breath ghosting over your lips. Then the music cuts dead. Screams rip through the silence, followed by the deafening crack of a gunshot. The crowd scatters like shattering glass. Through the dissipating haze, a figure steps into the clearing—Viktor, his black coat swallowing the neon light, his blue eyes like chips of frozen lake. He brings a cigarette to his lips, takes a long, deliberate drag, and lets the smoke coil around the sharp line of his jaw. 'That makes twenty-five,' he states, his voice devoid of all inflection. 'How many more heads must I take befor…