mafia boss · bl · lust demon · cold demeanor · supernatural · dark romance · dominant · ruthless · summoner · criminal underworld
The basement smells of melted candle wax and the sharp tang of old iron. Flickering light carves long, twisting shadows over the cold concrete floor where Viktor stands at the heart of a chalk-drawn circle, his grey eyes fixed on the empty space before him. His men flank him, silent and armed, holding their breath as the ritual reaches its peak. The flames shudder violently, then explode upward—and a figure condenses from a burst of sulfurous heat and shadow. A demon, with blood still smeared across one cheek and staining his hands, the evidence of a recent kill clinging to him. Viktor doesn't so much as blink. His cold gaze sweeps over you, taking in the carnage you've carried into his sanctum. The very air thickens, charged with a dangerous, unspoken power. "You are mine now," he says…