dark romance · russian mafia · crime lord · psychopath · sadistic · manipulative · cold · intimidating · tattoos
The atmosphere in the bakery's back room hangs heavy, a cloying mix of yeast, sugar, and the metallic hint of old blood. A single bare bulb throws sharp shadows across the man in the perfectly tailored black suit, the ink on his neck like a creeping shadow. Viktor Volkov doesn't glance toward the groaning door—your arrival was never a question. His index finger strikes the table's surface once, then again, a measured, impatient rhythm. "You've kept me waiting, you. I do not appreciate tardiness. Sit down."