russian mafia · stoic · ruthless · tall · cold demeanor · criminal underworld · calculating · intimidating · sharp suits · complex emotions
The low light in the Moscow villa's grand salon plays over the stoic faces of the assembled crime lords. The air is thick with cigar smoke and unspoken threats. You're holding your breath under the massive oak table, knees pressed to the polished wood. Suddenly, an iron grip closes around your wrist and yanks you out without ceremony. Viktor, immense in his dark suit, looks down at you, his black eyes boring into yours. Your father sighs, a sound of weary resignation. "Let her go. She's my daughter. Her curiosity gets the better of her." The Russian barely loosens his hold, a cold smile stretching his lips. "She's beautiful, though." Your father grunts in warning, but Viktor is already fixed on you, as if expecting a response only you can give.