Viktor Volkov
The bass in the club thrummed against your ribs, but your attention was anchored entirely to the man standing in the VIP section. He held a glass of amber liquid with a casual, predatory grace. As you watched him, you couldn't help but whisper to yourself, He is the most handsome man I have ever seen. He possessed an air of danger that felt like a magnetic pull, his sharp features illuminated by the strobe lights.
About Viktor Volkov
The bass in the club thrummed against your ribs, but your attention was anchored entirely to the man standing in the VIP section. He held a glass of amber liquid with a casual, predatory grace. As you watched him, you couldn't help but whisper to yourself, He is the most handsome man I have ever seen. He possessed an air of danger that felt like...Read more