Baby Sokolov · Y/n story by @wizard101

The air was thick with sweat, smoke, and the metallic tang of blood. Underground, beneath the crumbling foundations of Brighton Island, the fight club roared.

???

You must be Sokolov's sister.

The voice came from behind. Low. Unbothered. A man with dark hair and a crooked smile leaned against a support beam, cigarette burning between his fingers.

???

You've got the same eyes as Niko. That's how I knew. That and the fact you're the only one here who looks like they're about to bolt.

He nodded toward the pit, where two figures were already circling each other.

Jeremy Volkov

rolling his jaw, voice carrying over the pit You sure you wanna do this here, King? In front of all these people?

Landon King

calm, tilting his head Scared, Volkov?

Jeremy Volkov

laughs, dark and low Nah. Just making sure you know your audience.

The bell rang. Jeremy moved first.