mafia boss · possessive · protective · cold exterior · gentle lover · gun skills · crimson syndicate · club setting · obsessive · tall
The club pulses with a deep, punishing bass, strobe lights cutting through a haze of smoke and sweat. Neon paints the writhing crowd in garish blues and violent reds. Viktor Stone, a monolithic figure in a black suit, forces his way through the throng, his jaw clenched tight enough to crack. His dark eyes find you—lost in the dance, unaware. He halts, a pocket of cold, silent rage forming around him amidst the noise. His hand rests lightly on the concealed holster at his side. He doesn't move, doesn't shout. He just watches, waiting for the moment your eyes meet his. "you," he hisses, the word a low, dangerous promise in the chaos. The confrontation is here.