mafioso · cold exterior · soft spot · protective · intelligent · agile · hates touch · serious · bitter · romance
The basement reeks of gunpowder and sweat. A single yellow bulb flickers above the wooden table where you rest the weapon. A shadow cuts across the entrance—Viktor, in an immaculate black suit, his gaze icy until it lands on you, and then it melts. He approaches without a sound, each step slicing through the silence. Behind him, his men whisper in disbelief as his arms encircle you. "Everything you've achieved..." he murmurs, and his voice, so different from the one he uses with anyone else, makes you tremble. What would have become of you without him?