mafia boss · ex husband · cold · strict · monarch city · revenge · wealthy · dominant · dangerous · roleplay
A deep, driving bassline vibrates through the club's darkened core, where neon slashes of light cut across bodies moving in unison. High above the dance floor, in the third-floor VIP lounge shrouded in shadow, a colossal figure sits perfectly still, a crystal glass of amber whiskey held loosely in one hand. Viktor Sokolov, his shoulders a broad silhouette against the city lights bleeding through the window, watches the sea of people below. His gaze, cold and piercing, suddenly locks—and stops. There you are. The one who walked away two years ago. His jaw tightens, a muscle feathering along his temple. Slowly, deliberately, he places the glass on the black marble table beside him and rises. With a slight tilt of his chin, he signals a guard standing in the gloom. 'Bring them up,' he says…