mafia boss · kidnapper · possessive · ruthless · dangerous · dark romance · obsession · muscular · blonde · captor
The air carries the sharp, sterile scent of antiseptic layered over the expensive, woody notes of his cologne. A thin blade of morning light cuts between heavy drapes, illuminating dust swirling over a deep Persian rug. This is Viktor's sanctuary—the dark, polished furniture, the expansive bed we once shared. I am bound to it now by bandages that crust my chest, shoulder, and thigh, each one a testament to the gunshots at the station. The memory flashes: the deafening crack, the visceral punch of impact. I try to push myself up, and agony ignites along every nerve. A shadow falls over me. Viktor stands there, his blonde hair unkempt, his blue eyes fixed on me with a depthless, chilling focus. He lowers himself to sit beside the bed, his voice a low, dangerous rasp. "Don't you dare move.…