Two months later, on a frozen Moscow morning, the Russian Police Headquarters was prepared for a grand ceremonial parade. Battalions of elite officers stood in formation, while their families gathered on the sidelines. Among them, one woman drew every gaze Alia.
Alia stood with her signature "Cold-blooded" nobility, wrapped in an expensive fur coat, her eyes shielded by dark sunglasses. The Queen of the underworld was now standing there as the wife of a high-ranking official, but her gaze held a secret; she knew her husband, Viktor, was far more than just a man in uniform.
Today's parade was special because it was led by Viktor Alexeyevich himself. It turned out Viktor had maintained a high-ranking position within the police force all along, using it as the ultimate cover.
A pin-drop silence fell over the grounds as the sound of heavy boots echoed. Viktor stepped forward to the front of the formation.
Everyone gasped at his appearance. Viktor's white hair had grown long, reaching his shoulders soft and flowing like a woman's, yet adding to his hauntingly beautiful and lethal aesthetic. His long hair caught the winter wind, framing a face that was both terrifying and strikingly handsome in his decorated uniform. The Dragon tattoo was hidden beneath his collar, but his predatory aura was unmistakable.
Viktor stood at the very front, the entire force waiting for his command. But his sapphire-blue eyes scanned the crowd until they locked onto one person: Alia. A smirk, both cunning and satisfied, touched his lips.
Breaking the rigidity of the parade, Viktor stepped directly in front of Alia. He brushed back a stray lock of his long hair and leaned in close to her ear.
Viktor: (In a low, resonant rasp) "Do you see, my Queen? Just as the streets crawl at my feet, this uniform and the law are bound to my hand. This parade is for you... today, all of Moscow bows before you."
Alia looked at him from behind her shades. She saw her "psycho" husband in a new light the protector of the law and the king of shadows combined into one. A small smile played on her lips. She realized that behind his flowing hair and iron discipline lay a thousand more conspiracies and an obsession that belonged only to her. The parade ground fell into a heavy, disciplined silence. As Viktor stood before his legion, the large sword in his hand gleamed under the winter sun. His long, white hair caught the wind, making him look less like a modern officer and more like an ancient Russian warrior-king.
Viktor began to bark commands in his powerful, resonant Russian. His voice echoed across the frozen grounds.
Viktor: (Raising the sword, in a sharp roar) "Слушайте мой приказ! Смирно! Честь и закон превыше всего!" (Slyushayte moy prikaz! Smirno! Chest' i zakon prevyshe vsego!)
Alia stood there, understanding every single word. Because her mother was Russian, the language flowed through her veins. She realized Viktor was saying:
"Listen to my command! Eyes front! Honor and law are above all else!"
As Viktor swung the massive sword in a ceremonial arc toward his men, the ground shook with the synchronized stomp of thousands of police boots. He roared again:
Viktor: "Мы стражи порядка! Мы закон этого города! Клянёмся служить отечеству!" (We are the guardians of order! We are the law of this city! We swear to serve the motherland!)
Alia watched from behind her shades, impressed by Viktor's sheer presence. He wasn't just speaking as a police officer; he looked like the law itself. His gravity in front of the massive formation was impeccable. When he lowered the sword and stole a glance at her, there was no "psycho" madness in his eyes only the iron-clad nobility of a high-ranking commander.
Alia thought to herself that today, Viktor wasn't just leading a parade; he was reminding all of Moscow that justice was now as sharp as the blade he held. In the middle of that solemn parade, a man stepped out from the crowd of influential figures. This was Nikolai, an old friend of Alia's from a prominent Russian family. He moved closer to her with a wide, familiar grin.
Amidst the noise of the ceremony, Nikolai placed his hand around Alia's waist in a friendly, casual gesture, pulling her slightly closer to chat.
Nikolai: (Smiling, whispering in her ear) "Alia! I didn't expect to see you here. Your husband is shaking all of Moscow today! But you... you're still the same 'Ice Queen' I remember."
Nikolai's touch was purely out of friendship; he had known Alia since they were young and had no ill intentions just the excitement of seeing an old friend. But he had forgotten one crucial detail: whose wife he was touching.
The moment Alia felt his hand on her waist, her body went rigid. She knew Viktor was leading the parade, but she also knew his eyes were always scanning the crowd for her.
Alia looked ahead. At that exact moment, Viktor, sword in hand, froze at the head of the formation. His command died in his throat. His sapphire eyes weren't cold anymore; they were burning like a volcano. He saw it another man's hand on Alia's waist in front of thousands of people.
Viktor's jaw tightened. The sword in his hand trembled with suppressed rage. A strange silence fell over the thousands of officers. Everyone sensed something was wrong. Viktor's "psycho" persona was screaming to break through the discipline of his uniform.
Alia looked at Nikolai and said in a low, urgent voice
Alia: "Nikolai, take your hand off. Now. You have no idea what kind of danger you're in."
Nikolai was still smiling, oblivious to the fact that Viktor's predatory gaze was now locked onto him. With his long white hair whipping in the wind and that lethal fire in his eyes, Viktor looked ready to turn this official parade into a bloodbath. Nikolai quickly realized his mistake and pulled his hand back after hearing Alia's warning. He is a simple, family-oriented man, and because of his long-standing friendship with Alia, he hadn't thought twice about the gesture. Just then, Nikolai's small daughter, a sweet four-year-old, ran up and hugged her father's leg.
The little girl held onto her father with one hand and tugged at Alia's coat with the other, her wide eyes fixed on the grand parade.
Nikolai: (Smiling sheepishly) "Forgive me, Alia. In my excitement, I forgot how possessive Viktor can be. It's just so good to see you. Look, even my daughter has taken a liking to you."
Alia smiled at the child, leaning down to gently pinch her cheek. But her mind wasn't on Nikolai's words. She stole a glance toward the front of the formation.
Viktor was still standing there, his large sword in hand. He saw Nikolai move away and noticed the presence of the small child. The murderous glint in his eyes softened slightly at the sight of the little girl, but his jaw remained tight. He stood rigidly according to protocol, yet his sapphire eyes remained locked on Nikolai with a warning intensity.
Alia realized that it was only the child's presence that had likely saved Nikolai today. However, she knew Viktor wouldn't forget this scene easily.
Alia: (In a low voice to Nikolai) "Nikolai, your daughter is beautiful. Take her and stand a bit further away. Viktor isn't in a good mood today, and I don't want anything to happen to you or the child."
Nikolai nodded, picking up his daughter in his arms. He bid Alia goodbye and moved to the other side of the crowd. The parade resumed, the air filling with the sound of drums and rhythmic boots. Viktor began barking commands again, sword raised high, but as his long white hair whipped in the wind, Alia knew he was already calculating how to settle the score for today's "disrespect." As soon as the parade concluded, Viktor led Alia straight to the restricted VIP room of the Police Headquarters. The heavy door slammed shut, and the air inside the room instantly turned suffocating. Viktor was still in his high-ranking officer's uniform. He slammed his large sword onto the table with a metallic ring.
His long white hair was disheveled, falling over his forehead. He wasn't speaking, but his breathing was fast and heavy. His sapphire-blue eyes were burning with rage and intensity—it was as if the "psycho" dragon was trying to claw its way out of the uniform.
Alia entered and calmly laid her fur coat on the sofa. She was used to this side of him. She knew Viktor's silence was the precursor to a massive storm. Walking slowly toward him, she looked directly into his eyes and asked the question.
Alia: (In a cold, calm voice) "What is your problem, Viktor? The parade went well. Why are you in such a bad mood? Are you feeling... jealous?"
The moment he heard the word "jealous," Viktor lunged forward. He pinned Alia against the wall, his hand coming up near her throat. A mocking, terrifying smirk appeared on his face.
Viktor: (In a low, lethal rasp) "Jealous? I am Viktor Petrov. I don't feel envy like ordinary men, Alia. I possess. All of Moscow knows who you belong to, and today... that man dared to put his hand on your waist in front of everyone?"
He leaned in closer, his long hair brushing against her cheek.
Viktor: "I stayed calm for the sake of the law and that child today. But remember, this uniform and these medals won't restrain me. I do not tolerate another's touch on my sexy mommy Alia saw the primal possessiveness in his eyes. She didn't flinch; instead, that mysterious smile played on her lips. She reached out, straightened his uniform collar, and whispered
Alia: "He was just a childhood friend. But seeing this rage, it seems that behind this high-ranking officer, you're still hiding that same mad boy who would burn the world down for me."
Viktor's rage turned into a dark, intoxicating hunger. He gripped her waist tightly, as if asserting his absolute claim over her body once again.She looked directly into Viktor's eyes, her words acting like oil on a fire.
Alia: (Staying calm even in his grip) "Nikolai is a very good guy. He's my childhood friend. Don't take it any other way. You have many female friends too, don't you? I never create a scene like this about them."
Viktor's jaw tightened. He leaned down toward her neck, his long white hair cascading over her shoulders.
Viktor: (With a mocking smirk, his voice heavy and lethal) "That is my business, Alia. I am the law in this city; I am its king. I decide who stays around me."
Alia let out a small, challenging smile. She placed her hand on Viktor's chest and pushed him back slightly.
Alia: "Then mine is my business too. I'll decide who is in my friend circle or who I talk to. Just as you like your space, I have my rights as well."
The moment he heard "I have mine," Viktor's "psycho" persona flared up. He pulled her back toward him with sudden force. His sapphire eyes were locked onto hers, unblinking.
Viktor: (Gritting his teeth, whispering) "There is no 'yours', Alia. Everything about you is mine. Your every breath, your every friend everything must happen through me. I've isolated you from the world to make you my ' sexxy lady mommy If any other man dares to even touch your shadow, I will forget that I am wearing this uniform."
Alia realized Viktor's madness wouldn't be easily quelled. To him, "friendship" didn't exist only possession. Viktor tilted her chin up, a terrifying hunger in his gaze. He wanted to prove to her today that behind his high-ranking officer image, the monster within lived only for her.