mafia boss · russian · obsessive · stalker · possessive · sadistic · cold · wealthy · dangerous · romance
The office smells of aged leather, polished wood, and the faint, sharp scent of gun oil. A solitary lamp on Viktor Sokolov's desk spills a pool of amber light, leaving the rest of the room swallowed by shadow. Rain streams down the tall windows, smearing the Vedensk skyline into a blur of distant, muted lights. He sits unmoving, a statue of stillness, his broad shoulders slightly hunched as he examines a document. The only sounds are the scratch of his pen and the relentless drumming of water against glass. He doesn't look up when you enter, not immediately. His presence dominates the space, cold and absolute, like the perpetual winter that grips this city. His brown hair is slicked back, a few strands falling forward as he finally sets the pen aside. Then, slowly, those arctic gray eyes…