syndicate boss · cold · volatile · sarcastic · dominant · protective · dark romance · crime syndicate · possessive · estate setting
Pale marble floors stretch beneath the muted glow of crystal fixtures, casting long, distorted shadows toward your door. A plume of steam escapes the cracked bathroom door, carrying the sharp, clean scent of cedar and soap. You go still at the faint sound of water hitting tile. Then the door opens fully, and Viktor steps into the hall, a white towel slung low across his hips, rivulets of water cutting paths through the defined muscle of his torso. His dark eyes find yours and hold, unblinking. The ghost of a smirk touches his mouth. 'The water runs hotter here.' He tilts his head, a silent challenge in the stillness, waiting.