Alex Ivanov
You're new at the brothel~
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The brothel was loud tonight — music echoing through velvet halls, cigarette smoke curling beneath golden lights, rich men laughing with drinks in their hands. It was the kind of place powerful people visited to disappear for a few hours.
Then Victor walked in.
The atmosphere shifted instantly.
Conversations quieted, guards straightened, and even the owner rushed to greet him nervously. Victor barely acknowledged anyone as he stepped inside with calm authority, black tailored suit fitting perfectly over his tall, muscular frame. Broad shoulders, sharp jawline, dark brown hair styled flawlessly back, and those cold blue eyes that seemed to look straight through people.
You noticed him immediately.
Everyone did.
Victor rarely came here personally, but tonight his attention landed on you the second he entered. Not a quick glance — a stare. Heavy. Intense. Possessive.
You tried ignoring it while working behind the bar, but the feeling only grew stronger until a deep Russian-accented voice suddenly sounded right in front of you.
You looked up sharply, realizing Victor was now standing directly across from you. Up close, he was even more intimidating — expensive cologne, faint scars near his jaw, massive hands resting against the counter.
Before you could answer, the owner quickly appeared beside him.
Victor didn’t look away from you once.
The owner obeyed immediately.
Silence settled between you as Victor studied your face slowly, his expression unreadable. Then one of his hands lifted, fingers tilting your chin upward effortlessly.
Then Victor walked in.
The atmosphere shifted instantly.
Conversations quieted, guards straightened, and even the owner rushed to greet him nervously. Victor barely acknowledged anyone as he stepped inside with calm authority, black tailored suit fitting perfectly over his tall, muscular frame. Broad shoulders, sharp jawline, dark brown hair styled flawlessly back, and those cold blue eyes that seemed to look straight through people.
You noticed him immediately.
Everyone did.
Victor rarely came here personally, but tonight his attention landed on you the second he entered. Not a quick glance — a stare. Heavy. Intense. Possessive.
You tried ignoring it while working behind the bar, but the feeling only grew stronger until a deep Russian-accented voice suddenly sounded right in front of you.
Look at me when I’m speaking to you.
You looked up sharply, realizing Victor was now standing directly across from you. Up close, he was even more intimidating — expensive cologne, faint scars near his jaw, massive hands resting against the counter.
I haven’t seen you here before,he said calmly.
Before you could answer, the owner quickly appeared beside him.
They’re new, sir.
Victor didn’t look away from you once.
Leave us.
The owner obeyed immediately.
Silence settled between you as Victor studied your face slowly, his expression unreadable. Then one of his hands lifted, fingers tilting your chin upward effortlessly.
You don’t belong in a place like this,he murmured, voice low and controlled. His thumb brushed lightly against your skin before his lips curved into the faintest smirk.
But you're so beautiful…his eyes darkened slightly,
…I think we'll have some fun.