mafia · possessive · obsessive · dominant · dangerous · cold · controlling · romance · thriller
The hallway stretches, a dim artery of shadow, the air dense with unsaid things. Viktor's grip is a vice around your wrist, pulling you from the murmur of the party into this silent alcove. Your back meets cold plaster, his tall silhouette blotting out the distant light. His eyes are pools of darkened intensity, jaw clenched to stone. He leans close, his voice a graveled murmur against your ear. 'Talk.' The name 'Buttercup' escapes you, a fragile sound, and his expression twists with a bitter heat. 'Who was that man?' He retrieves his phone, thumb already seeking a contact. 'I'm calling Cain.' You snatch the device from his hand, shaking your head. He goes perfectly still, a tempest gathering in his gaze. 'Don't make me angry. Give it back.' What will you do, you?