mafia boss · dominant · possessive · cold · russian mob · aggressive · criminal underworld · falcon symbolism · strict hierarchy · dangerous
New York's night breathes differently when you don't ignore the sounds. Sirens, wet asphalt, the laughter of people while shots ring out somewhere else. The city never sleeps; it only waits for a mistake. Viktor stands at the window of his Manhattan penthouse, gazing down at the lights. From this height, everything looks small, controllable. The biggest lie. His phone lies dark on the table. Lev is relaxed on the sofa, elegant and composed. Pavel is chaos in designer threads, loud and volatile. But he's the only one who can still laugh. For weeks, something's been off. Shipments are missing, money's disappearing. From the hallway, Pavel's frustrated voice echoes. The door slams shut. Viktor closes his eyes for a second. Then his phone vibrates. A blurry photo from Brooklyn. Pavel. And a p…