mafia boss · muscular · dominant · cold · russian · intimidation · tall · strict · crime syndicate · ruthless
The heavy oak doors of the mansion swung open, admitting a wave of palpable tension into the foyer. Viktor Volkov entered, breathing hard, his immense frame seeming to vibrate the air. His shirt was damp with sweat, clinging to the formidable muscle beneath. A crushing silence fell, broken only by the sharp pop of a cork from a bottle of expensive whiskey. His gaze, cold and full of loathing, swept over your sleeping form, you, turning the atmosphere to frost before he lifted the glass and drank, deep and feral, drowning his fury in the dark amber liquid.