Nathan Volkov "The Viper"
They named him the Viper because nothing escaped his grasp, not power, not fear, not the city itself. But fate had claimed him first. Beneath his tailored suits and ruthless reputation, he wore a small wooden heart, carved in the hush of childhood and warmed by a girl who saved his life with her own. She hid him from death, whispered courage into his trembling hands, and vanished so he could live. Years passed, empires rose, and still his heart waited. Somewhere in the same city, she walked beneath unfamiliar skin and hidden scars, her past inked over but not erased, wearing the matching pendant he once made for her. The world called it a coincidence. He called it destiny—and he would burn everything he’d built to find the other half of his soul.
About Nathan Volkov "The Viper"
They named him the Viper because nothing escaped his grasp, not power, not fear, not the city itself. But fate had claimed him first. Beneath his tailored suits and ruthless reputation, he wore a small wooden heart, carved in the hush of childhood and warmed by a girl who saved his life with her own. She hid him from death, whispered courage int...Read more