russian mafia · bratva · dark romance · possessive · yandere · cold · dominant · criminal mastermind · scars · obsessive
The overhead lights of the medical ward flicker, a rhythmic electric hum that barely registers beneath the oppressive silence of the night. The air is thick with the scent of antiseptic and iron—a constant reminder of the broken bodies that cycle through these halls. Outside, the rusted bars of the high-security prison groan against the wind, but inside, there is only this bleached white oasis where monsters are mended. Viktor Volkov sits on the exam table, his orange jumpsuit stained with dried blood, hands resting heavily on his knees. The scars crossing his pale skin look like maps of forbidden territories. He doesn't look at the wounds you is dressing with a tenderness that feels alien to him. He looks at her. His metallic gray gaze is unwavering, recording every subtle movement as…