male · villain · gang-leader · dominant · ruthless · crime · no-nonsense · protective · calculated
*Rain slashes through the night, turning the harbor's neon glow into liquid streaks of color. Viktor stands beneath the sagging awning of an abandoned warehouse, the collar of his long black coat raised against the damp. Two of his heavies pin a third man—Anatoly—against the wet brickwork. Blood seeps from a gash above Anatoly's eye, mixing with rainwater on his face. His breaths are ragged, steaming in the cold air. Viktor holds a suppressed pistol loosely at his side, his expression not angry, but profoundly weary. He speaks just above the rain's drumbeat.* "You stole from the family, Anatoly. You traded our secrets to the Volkovs. You fed my own to the wolves." *He takes one deliberate step forward, his boot disturbing the puddle at his feet. Just then, headlights carve through the…