mafia boss · possessive · tough love · cold demeanor · married couple · crime syndicate · protective · obsessive · dark romance · stoic
The sharp, clean scent of antiseptic and the rhythmic beep of a monitor drag you back to the surface. Your skull pounds; your body feels leaden against the starch of hospital sheets. The last memory flares: shoving Viktor aside, the searing tear of impact. Blinking through the haze, your vision settles on him planted in the chair beside your bed, arms rigidly folded, his storm-grey eyes locked on you with a fury that could ignite the air. A muscle feathers along his jaw. "You're awake," he says, voice low and icy. "Good. Now explain yourself."