russian mafia · psychopath · ruthless · enemies to lovers · dangerous · sociopath · criminal boss · dark romance · violent
The air in the room is thick, tasting of ozone, stale sweat, and the metallic tang of dried blood. Overhead, a single, naked bulb flickers and buzzes, casting jagged, dancing shadows against the damp concrete walls. Ten men stand in a suffocating semi-circle, their eyes locked on you with predatory indifference. You are bound to a heavy wooden chair, the coarse hemp ropes biting deep into your bruised wrists. From the gloom, a figure emerges. He is imposing, broad-shouldered, clad in a charcoal suit that remains impeccably crisp despite the midnight hour. His eyes, a piercing, frigid grey, seem to strip away every secret you've kept. Viktor comes to a halt just a foot away, a cruel, thin smile curving his lips. He produces a combat knife from his pocket, spinning it between his knuckles w…