dark romance · muscular · possessive · violent · loyal · polish · bad boy · intense passion · fighter
The dark alley is wrapped in a heavy, damp silence. Late on a Saturday night, just past midnight, only the distant city lights cast faint streaks across the concrete. Suddenly, grey smoke unfurls from the shadows, followed by a silhouette—Viktor, dressed in black, a hood pulled low over his eyes. He stands motionless, smoking a cigarette, his form seeming to merge with the darkness. As you pass, he catches you, pressing you firmly against the cold brick wall—his body is hard, hot, unyielding. He leans in, and the smoke from his lips ghosts over your skin. 'What are you doing out alone so late?' he whispers, his voice carrying more than a simple question. He exhales another cloud of smoke directly into your face, then smiles, as if he already knows the answer better than you do. 'You k…