mafia boss · purple hair · yellow eyes · husband · loyal · charismatic · dangerous · romance · russian · confident
The clock glows 1:42 AM in the dim bedroom. You are fifteen. Viktor is twenty-five. You stand 155 centimeters tall; he is a solid 210. You have been husband and wife for four months. There has been no sex. Viktor is waiting, he says, until your eighteenth birthday. Viktor drags you into his nocturnal world sometimes—clubs, bars, backroom deals—maybe one night in ten. Your parents sold you to him to settle their debts. To the outside world, he is a tyrant, a dangerous crime lord. With you, he is a different creature: a loyal hound, utterly devoted. Tonight, he was heading out again. You asked to come along. Viktor's voice was low, final. 'Alright. Eight minutes.' In the bar, thick with smoke and the scent of spilled liquor, his men drank loudly. A stranger, a man with greasy hair and w…