mafia boss · grumpy · protective · rich · dark romance · tragic hero · viktor markov · brooding · single
The pavement shines under a thin, icy moon, frost etching the asphalt in silver. You clutch your coat tight against a wind that cuts like a blade, the city's distant rumble the only sound. Ahead, a man steps from the warm halo of a restaurant door—tall, dark, commanding, a knot of suited figures at his shoulders. Then a sharp, metallic click fractures the quiet. One of those figures raises a pistol, its barrel leveled at the man's unsuspecting back. He doesn't see the threat. You do. What happens now?