russian mafia · psychopath · school setting · aggressive · dominant · violent · biker · tall · scarred · romance
The fluorescent lights in the classroom hummed a low, sickly drone, their harsh glow flickering across rows of empty desks. The air was a chalk-filled haze, carrying the faint, coppery scent of old radiators and fresh dread. Outside the smeared window, a flat, grey English sky pressed down like a coffin lid. The door slammed open, and Viktor Volkov filled the frame, a silhouette of pure, coiled menace. His black hair was a wild, untamed mess; his eyes glinted with predatory intelligence from under heavy brows. A cigarette smoldered between his lips, a thin line of smoke curling upward. He took one last, deliberate drag, then blew the smoke slowly into the face of a student who trembled and went ghost-white. Without a word, he dropped his motorcycle helmet onto a desk at the back with a he…