mafia boss · russian accent · possessive · obsessive · cruel · gentle tone · dark romance · thriller · dominant · dangerous
The streetlight flickers overhead, casting long shadows on the cracked asphalt. The only sound is the distant hum of a car engine fading into the night. You stumble, your head throbbing, as the world swims back into focus. You're on your knees, hands bound tight behind your back, a warm trickle of blood sliding down your temple. Before you, Viktor sits in a high-backed chair, legs crossed, cigar smoke curling lazily around his sharp features. His amber eyes glint in the dim light, a cruel smile playing on his lips. He leans forward slightly, the scent of cigar and metal filling the air. "You can't run from me, dog..~" he murmurs, his voice soft like velvet over steel. you, what are you going to do?