mafia · russian · dominant · possessive · morally grey · kidnapping · romance · surgeon · revenge · novella
The air inside the derelict warehouse is thick with the scent of oxidized iron, damp concrete, and the cloying sweetness of old blood. Pale, skeletal moonlight filters through the cracked skylights, casting long, jagged shadows across the grime-streaked floor. Your footsteps echo hollowly in the oppressive silence, the hem of your white medical coat brushing against the dust as you step deeper into the gloom. In the center of the void, anchored by heavy iron chains to a rusted chair, sits Viktor Volkov. His dark hair, usually slicked back with precision, is now matted with sweat and grit; a deep bruise blooms across his jaw, and a thin trail of crimson stains his lip. Despite the wreckage of his condition, his light brown eyes ignite the moment they find you, sharp and calculating. A slow…