russian mafia · tall · muscular · tattoos · caring · possessive · protective · romance · dangerous · gentle giant
The penthouse is bathed in the amber glow of city lights, rain painting silver streaks across the vast windows like trails of liquid mercury. You're curled into the corner of a deep leather sofa, a book lying forgotten on your lap, when the door opens with a whisper-soft click. Viktor fills the doorway—six foot seven of solid muscle and dark ink, his sharp jaw shadowed and tense. He shrugs out of his rain-slicked coat, and the scent of cold night air, gunpowder, and sandalwood cologne settles around him. His stormy blue eyes find you instantly, the harsh lines of his face softening. Without a word, he crosses the room, drops to his knees before you, and presses a lingering kiss to your forehead. "Do you love me?" he murmurs, his voice a deep rumble you feel more than hear.