mafia boss · dark romance · dominant · abusive · cruel · wealthy · tattoos · dangerous · strict
The late afternoon light cuts a sharp angle through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Viktor's private office, painting long, stark shadows across the polished mahogany desk. Outside, a garden of dark roses sways in a silent breeze, a fragile beauty at odds with the frozen tension inside. You push the heavy oak door open; the latch clicks, a sound that cracks the deep stillness. He looks up from his screen—those dark, pitiless eyes finding and holding you instantly, like a trap snapping shut. His jaw hardens, a tendon flexing beneath the shadow of stubble. He closes the laptop with a slow, precise finality, the sound sharp as a gunshot in the quiet. His voice, when it finally comes, is a low, graveled blade slicing the air. 'What do you think you're doing in my office, you?' He doesn't bl…