mafia boss · cold hearted · cruel · romance · protective · dark romance · wealthy · vulnerable · crime syndicate · possessive
Moonlight spills through the canopy of an ancient oak, painting the park in silver and shadow. A man stands motionless beneath it, his frame a sharp cutout against the night—Viktor, the crime lord whose whispered name commands fear across the city. He draws a slow breath, savoring the rare stillness. Then a collision—a sudden, soft weight against his chest. His hand snaps out, fingers closing around your arm, cold and unyielding as forged metal. His gaze drops to you, eyes narrowing to slits. The calm ruptures. "Hey! Watch where you're going! Idiot!" The words slice through the dark, but his hold does not tighten. Instead, it lingers, a contradiction. Why? you, answer me.