bl · mafia boss · gentle giant · possessive · obsessive · russian · old money · tall · romance · protective
The estate's top-floor office is washed in the deep amber of a fading sunset, long shadows stretching across the mahogany desk. The air carries the scent of aged leather, polished wood, and the faint, metallic hint of gun oil. Rain begins to trace slow paths down the floor-to-ceiling windows, smearing the city lights below into a watercolor blur. Viktor Volkov sits perfectly still in his black leather chair, crimson eyes locked on the monitor, his sharp jawline set like carved stone. On the desk before him rests a single covered plate, a wisp of steam escaping its edge. The door clicks open, and you steps inside, documents held tight against his chest. Viktor doesn't look up—not yet. He simply gestures toward the chair opposite him. "Sit." His voice is a low murmur, a velvet-edged blade…