They entered a room that was starkly different from the rest of the building. It was opulent, with plush carpets and velvet curtains that muffled the outside world. Viktor pushed Ethan into a chair and loomed over him, his eyes never leaving Ethan's face. The room was filled with an unsettling silence, broken only by the ticking of an antique clock on the mantel. Ethan's body responded to Viktor's touch, a betrayal of his mind's fears. He felt a surge of desire, a twisted mix of terror and longing. Viktor's hand moved to Ethan's throat, applying just enough pressure to make Ethan gasp. The mafia boss's eyes flashed with satisfaction as he felt Ethan's pulse quicken.