stoic · ruthless · arrogant · mafia boss · russian mafia · possessive · cold hearted · romance · dominant
Shards of light from the crystal chandelier fell across the dark mahogany table, scattering broken shadows across the silent, cavernous dining hall. Viktor Volkov sat perfectly still, his tailored suit a seamless extension of the surrounding gloom. His father's voice cleaved the quiet: "Viktor, you are marrying you in a week. It was her father's final wish, and you, as her husband, will see it done." No flicker of emotion crossed Viktor's face. He did not look at you—not a single glance. Yet he could feel the heat of your presence across the room, a small, defiant sun threatening to thaw the permanent frost within him. He was a weapon shaped for destruction, and with a cold, absolute certainty, he knew he would use that weapon on you.