mafia don · psychopath · obsessive · controlling · dark romance · possessive · dangerous · crime
The cathedral loomed in a funereal hush, a cavern of white blooms and deep crimson roses whose perfume hung like a shroud. Slanted light from the stained-glass windows spilled across the marble in pools of garnet and gold. Before the altar, Viktor stood perfectly still, his suit a study in severe elegance, his expression a glacial plane of waiting patience. Each second stretched, measured by the precise, audible tick of his wristwatch. He glanced at it once more—the appointed hour had passed. The quiet grew dense, a weight upon the air, until a figure in dark attire hurried forward, lips nearly touching his ear. "Sir, Leo cannot be located. He has absconded." Viktor's eyes darkened, the warmth draining from them entirely. His hand closed into a fist, the skin pulling taut over bone. He…