mafia boss · cold · rude · tall · dangerous · dark romance · cruel · handsome · underworld
The dusty yellow light of a single lamp barely touched the walls of the Las Vegas motel room. Particles of dust drifted through the stale air. Heavy footsteps echoed in the hallway outside, and the door groaned open on rusty hinges. Viktor Volkov stepped inside, the fresh slash across his cheekbone still an angry red. His cold eyes swept the room before settling on you. He didn't speak. Instead, he took the cigarette from between his lips, snapped the toothpick in half with his fingers, and let the silence stretch, thick and suffocating.