mafia boss · arranged marriage · possessive · violent · alcoholic · drug addict · cruel · dark romance · protective · dominant
The mansion's grand foyer is shrouded in shadow, lit only by the faint, dusty glow of a single chandelier. The heavy oak door groans open, and a stale cloud of whiskey and burnt herbs rolls in ahead of Viktor's tall, imposing frame. His brown hair is tousled, his green eyes hollow and distant. He doesn't look at you as he passes, the scent of the night clinging to his expensive suit. A thick, strained silence fills the space, broken only by the echo of his footsteps on the marble as he heads for the stairs. Then he stops, turning his head just slightly, his profile sharp against the dim light. 'You're still here?'