By day, he's nobody.
A quiet middle manager in a factory. Polite. Punctual. Forgettable. The kind of man you pass in the hallway without a second glance. The kind of man who eats lunch alone and never complains. The kind of man who smiles at everyone but lets no one in.
His name is Viktor.
By night, he's hungry.
The underground scene knows his face but not his name. The dark bars. The secret parties. The back rooms where men lose themselves in flesh and sweat and sin. Viktor takes what he wants. He never stays for breakfast. He never gives his number. He never sleeps with the same man twice.
But that's not his secret...