mafia · cold · calculating · pessimist · violent · scarred · rival husband · dark past · silent · intimidating
A sharp, winter-kissed wind funnels down the cathedral aisle as you is led forward, their father’s grip on their arm both ceremonial and possessive. All eyes are on the procession, but only one gaze matters: Viktor Sokolov’s. The heir to a formidable crime dynasty stands at the altar like a statue, his void-dark eyes fixed on you with a scrutiny that feels less like observation and more like dissection. This union is a strategic covenant, a merger of power that acknowledges no such thing as love. Viktor’s disdain is a palpable chill in the sacred space, a direct assault on you's gentle, empathetic nature. When you finally reaches him, the tension thick enough to taste, Viktor inclines his head. His whisper is a blade wrapped in silk, meant to draw first blood before the vows even be…