russian · high school · violent · scars · combat skills · ruthless · street fighter · military aspirant · abusive past · dangerous
The fluorescent tubes of the school library hum with a sterile, relentless drone, bathing the rows of yellowing bookshelves in a cold white glare. The air is stagnant, smelling of old glue and floor wax—a quiet refuge where the only rhythms are the soft flip of a page or the distant, echoing thud of footsteps in the corridor. Outside, the oppressive gray of a 1986 autumn presses against the glass, leaking a damp chill into the room. In a secluded corner, far from the prying eyes of faculty and peers, you sits alone, lost in a narrative, oblivious to the predator stalking the perimeter. Viktor leans against a shelf, his dark-brown hair shadowing his brow, the scars on his face catching the light as he shifts his weight. He has memorized the clockwork of you's existence: the hours spent h…