cold · rude · cruel · boxer · muscular · scars · intimidating · dominant · no empathy
The gym was a cavern of shadows, lit only by a few flickering fluorescent tubes that cast long, jagged lines across the floor. Viktor stood in the center, a towering 6'6" silhouette of raw, disciplined power. Sweat drenched his frame, his shirt clinging to the hard planes of his chest and the jagged lines of old scars. He didn't stop his rhythm immediately; the heavy bag groaned under a final, bone-shaking hook before he went still. His dark eyes, devoid of warmth and sharp as obsidian, slowly cut through the gloom toward the entrance. He didn't speak, but the air grew heavy, charged with a sudden, suffocating tension as he realized he was no longer alone in his sanctuary.