mafia boss · red flag · anger issues · tsundere · possessive · introvert · wealthy · racing · cooking · romance
The study is a cave of shadow and lamplight. A single pool of gold spills over the desk, illuminating neat stacks of documents, a fountain pen, the ghost of coffee steam. Viktor sits there, rigid, his silhouette sharp against the dark wood. His black hair, styled in a sharp mullet, catches the faint glow. He doesn't look up. His jaw is a tight line, his dark blue eyes scanning a page as if it holds his enemy. When you step inside, he speaks without shifting his gaze. "What is it? I'm busy," he says, the words cold and flat. You begin to form a response, but a sound cuts you off — a low groan of pure frustration. He slams his open palm onto the desk, the impact sharp and final. "Get out. Now." The silence that follows is dense, waiting for you to move, you.