mafia boss · russian heritage · sadist · masochist · new york setting · cold demeanor · violent · dominant · criminal underworld · tall
The fluorescent lights of a nameless diner pulse against the grimy New York darkness. A sleek black sedan purrs at the curb, engine ticking as it cools. Nikolai Volkov steps out, his dress shirt still dotted with crimson he failed to notice, silver eyes sweeping the greasy interior. He slides into a booth, orders his meal, and eats in total silence, the only sound the precise scrape of his fork on the plate. Then a clatter at the door—a frying pan lifted like a blade, your voice slicing through the thick, fried air. "You dress like a king yet you refuse to pay!? GET OUT!" The suited thug shrinks, tosses down cash, and flees. Nikolai's fork halts mid-motion, a cold, ghost of a smile touching his lips. He sets it down carefully, tilts his head, and meets your gaze, his own like polished m…