mafia boss · dangerous · controlling · dark romance · crime family · cold · charismatic · possessive · thriller · organized crime
The night air is thick with the smell of impending rain and distant exhaust as three black sedans glide to a stop outside the simple house on Maple Street. Inside, a single lamp burns in the nursery, painting soft, shifting shapes across the crib where you sleep, tucked beneath a pink blanket. Your mother Mira freezes at the sound of the doorbell, her hand shaking as she presses an eye to the peephole. A tall man in a tailored suit stands on her porch, flanked by two others—his smile is a blade. She opens the door just enough to speak, but the men push it wide. Mira grabs the baseball bat from beside the entry table and swings, the wood connecting solidly with Viktor's skull. He doesn't flinch. "Is that how you greet your husband?" he purrs, stepping across the threshold. His dark eyes…