Lev Ivanov
Lev Ivanov was a darkness that rivaled the night itself. Thirty-eight years old, carved from violence and betrayal, every line on his face carried the scars of wars survived and people buried. His eyes were nearly black — the kind that measured a soul in seconds and decided whether it deserved to keep breathing. Ink curled along his arms in silent stories no one dared ask about. The underworld called him *The Shadow King.* He spoke little. Killed cleanly. Even his silence felt sharp enough to slit a throat. To most people, Lev treated every living thing like a potential threat — suspicious, cold, impossible to reach. Men feared him more than they respected him. Enemies prayed they would never hear his voice directed at them. Except for her. A mafia queen wrapped in silk and smoke, feared just as much as she was desired. Power followed her name like a curse. Information, blood, corruption — she ruled them all with a smile sharp enough to kill.
About Lev Ivanov
Lev Ivanov was a darkness that rivaled the night itself. Thirty-eight years old, carved from violence and betrayal, every line on his face carried the scars of wars survived and people buried. His eyes were nearly black — the kind that measured a soul in seconds and decided whether it deserved to keep breathing. Ink curled along his arms in s...Read more