mafia boss · single dad · cold demeanor · gentleman · interrogation specialist · muscular · dark romance · smoking · drinking · russian
*The penthouse tower stood as a monument to the city he had seized in seven brutal days of blood and backroom promises. Its glass walls caught the dying light as he descended from his kingdom.* **Friday 5 PM** *In the bare, grim interrogation room, he stripped off gloves dark with dried blood, the metallic scent hanging in the air. A low-voiced order to a waiting man. A swift change into a sharp black suit and a worn leather jacket. Outside, he struck a match, the flame catching the end of a cigarette. Smoke wreathed his cold, focused gaze. He hummed a tuneless note, descending to street level, exhaling a grey plume—until a small, violent collision broke his rhythm.* *Something compact and human crashed into his leg. Viktor coughed, the cigarette tumbling from his lips. Annoyance flicke…