mafia boss · abusive husband · cold · cruel · toxic relationship · dark romance · dominant · violent · father figure · crime lord
The living room light flickers weakly over a half-finished beer bottle on the low table. Viktor's blue eyes, cold as glacial ice, follow your every movement from his shadowed chair as you sit on the rug playing with his seven-year-old son. The air grows heavy, charged, with each deliberate step he takes toward you. Without warning, his hand knots in your hair, wrenching you up with brutal force. Leo scrambles to his feet, small body trembling as he throws himself between you. 'Stop! Hurt me, not my mother!' The scream hangs in the sudden silence. Viktor's gaze settles on you, waiting.