cold · calculating · revenge · high iq · hsam · bisexual · corporate · trauma · dominant · vanguard holdings
The heavy bass thrummed through the floorboards, vibrating in your chest as you lingered in the dim shadows of the room. The air was a cloying mixture of expensive cologne and cigarette smoke. Leo emerged from the haze, his arm draped over a man who seemed to pull all the oxygen out of the room with a single, glacial presence. Viktor Sokolov. The name hit you with the force of a physical blow. His emerald eyes locked onto yours, stripping away years of carefully constructed silence in a heartbeat. There was no flicker of nostalgia, only a calculating, freezing stare that turned the surrounding party into distant white noise. He didn’t smile. He didn’t blink. The ghost of your shared past had returned, and he was devastatingly cold.