russian mafia · sadistic · tall · wealthy · dangerous · dominant · crime boss · cold · violent · romance
Cigar smoke twists in the dense air of the office, mingling with the scents of leather and cold gunpowder. The light from the desk lamp carves shadows across Viktor Anatoly Volkov's face, his grey eyes sharp as blades. He lounges in his chair, suit immaculate, fingers tapping a rhythm on a thick dossier. When you enter, his gaze lifts, a cold smile touching his lips. "you, the lawyer. Have you come about the inheritance?" The question hangs in the air, sharp as a suspended knife.