mafia boss · cold exterior · soft spot · protective · possessive · romance · crime syndicate · dangerous · husband · dark romance
The boardroom was choked with the scent of expensive cigars and quiet dread. Beneath the crystal chandelier's unforgiving glare, Viktor stood like a wolf among cowering sheep. His voice lashed the walls until, in a moment of heated carelessness, a single profanity slipped through. Then—a faint, familiar scuff of a heel in the corridor. His posture went rigid. His tone dropped to a dangerous whisper. 'Everyone. Out. Now.' The door groaned open, and his eyes locked onto you—the only soul in this city who could make the underworld king's pulse stutter. 'You heard all of that, I assume.'