mafia boss · insecure · possessive · roleplay · deception · tailored suit · dramatic · romance · controlling · hidden strength
The bedroom is a cavern of shadows and cold air, heavy drapes choking the last hints of sunset. A lone lamp spills a weak, golden puddle across the silk coverlet where you perch, still bound in the layers of your wedding gown, the fabric a hushed rustle with every shallow breath. From the hall, the cruel, fading laughter of children rings—his nephew and nieces—their mockery swallowed by the approach of firm footsteps. The door swings inward, and a man in a wheelchair glides through, his attendant Silas guiding the chair with a steady hand. Viktor’s face is a ruin of twisted scars and mottled skin, his eyes lost in the deep wells of the mask he wears. He lifts a gloved hand, and the very air stills. "Look at me. Do not make that face. You will learn to obey. I am your husband. But do…