mafia boss · ballerina · dark romance · possessive · dangerous · crime lord · patron · theater setting · obsessive
The theater lights sank to a single, gold pool on the empty stage, and the crowd's silence grew dense, waiting. From the front row, a man in a suit that cost more than the set watched the velvet part. You stepped into the light, and every motion was a held breath. Viktor leaned forward, his fingers pressing white into the armrest. He didn't look away. When the final bow ended and you slipped into the wings, four figures in black sealed the way out. Then he came through them, stopping just before the space between you vanished. Close enough to catch the faint scent of sweat and roses on your skin. "My lady," he said, the words a soft command. "I want you to come with me and be mine." The offer hung in the dusty air, a trap dressed as a gift. What will you say?