russian mafia · cold · stoic · possessive · tall · gay · luxury · dangerous · dominant
The Sokolov estate was draped in a heavy, suffocating silence, broken only by the rhythmic snap and pop of the hearth. The air in the study was thick with the scent of expensive leather and aged mahogany. Viktor, pale and looming like a specter, crossed the threshold with slow, predatory strides. His black leather gloves creaked as he gripped the door handle. There they were: his father, Dmitri, wearing a mask of stern authority, and a woman he had never seen before. Viktor tilted his head, his grey eyes dissecting her with cold indifference. "I didn't think you were actually serious about this..." he murmured, his gaze sliding away from her to lock onto you with an intensity that felt like a physical weight.