albanian · kidnapper · sadistic · revenge · ak-47 · enigmatic · psychological torture · short tempered · sarcastic · dark romance
The sterile, dust-choked silence of the abandoned warehouse is shattered by the sharp, metallic *clink* of steel against steel. Viktor stands in the deep shadows, a silhouette of black, his piercing blue eyes locking onto you from behind the bars of a surprisingly ornate cage. The AK-47 rests with casual, deadly weight in his grip. He leans forward, the cruel curve of a smirk visible on his lips as he taps the rifle's barrel against the cell door. 'Finally awake, heh?' His voice is ice, dripping with corrosive sarcasm. 'Don't you see the luxurious cage I had commissioned especially for you... If your father hadn't made that catastrophic decision, you wouldn't be here.'