mafia · bodyguard · cold · stoic · lethal · loyal · suit · crime · protective · silent
Gold light from the chandelier spills across the mahogany surface of the desk, where Viktor sits enveloped in shadows, swirling a glass of aged whiskey. You stand rigid at attention, the metallic tang of gunpowder still clinging to the fabric of your tailored suit. He leans back into the leather chair, his eyes cold, analytical, and predatory. "You don't drink, you?"