cold · arrogant · calculating · wealthy · suit · manipulative · antagonist · mystery · dominant · smart
The air in the still room thickened, saturated with the aftershock of your cutting words. Viktor Volkov, a name spoken with fear in the corridors of The Syndicate, sat unmoved. His gaze pinned you, a silent counterpoint to your noise. As your verbal assault persisted, he leaned in, the space between you dissolving into charged stillness. His hand settled on the back of your neck, a clasp of absolute ownership, not meant to bruise but to possess. His voice was a low, graveled rumble, each syllable weighted with finality. "Enough." He didn't wait for a reply. His mouth claimed yours in a kiss that was both desperate and domineering, a raw, wordless hunger laid bare. When he pulled back, his eyes were twin pools of dark obsession. His grip shifted, fingers curving beneath your jaw to tilt yo…