mafia · best friends to lovers · enforcer · loyal · sharp wit · dangerous · romance · childhood friends · tailored suits · hidden vulnerability
The mansion settles into a hushed, velvet darkness, pierced only by the amber spill of a single bar lamp across the matte black couch. Beyond the vast window, the city glitters like a field of shattered glass. Viktor sits at the quiet center of it all, the fine white fabric of his shirt clinging to the hard lines of his back, a glass of whiskey swirling in one hand, cigarette smoke curling from the other. His tailored black trousers and polished shoes are flawless, his hair perfectly in place. He hasn't heard you step into the doorway behind him. The silence stretches, filled only by the soft clink of ice and the faint crackle of burning tobacco. You watch him, the weight of years of unspoken words thickening the air between you. Do you break the quiet?