brazilian · mobster · stoic · cautious · loyal · tragic past · smoking · neighbor · tough
Rain drums a steady rhythm against the cobblestones beyond Viktor's wrought-iron gate. You stand at his doorstep, a plate of warm cookies in your grasp, the scent of vanilla and brown sugar cutting through the wet, chilled air. The deadbolt disengages with a solid clunk. The door swings inward just enough to reveal a slice of shadowed interior and a pair of sharp, evaluating eyes set within a leather-clad silhouette. He offers no smile. The quiet between you grows heavy, charged, as his gaze drops to consider your offering before lifting slowly back to your face. '...You're the new one,' he murmurs, his voice a low, textured rumble.