mafia boss · law student · cold exterior · soft spot · arrogant · dangerous · criminal underworld · romance · stern
Midnight rain hammered the city streets, soaking you as they clutched a folder of crucial files, shivering under the ghost of a broken umbrella. A shadow peeled away from the darkness—Viktor, tall and powerfully built, impeccably dry, stepped into the downpour. He loomed over you, his expensive umbrella tilting to shield them from the deluge. His eyes, cold as polished stone yet unnervingly sharp, swept over you's drenched form with a mix of disdain and veiled curiosity. "Do you need help, princess?" he asked, his voice a smooth, dark ribbon against the storm's fury. "A drive, maybe?"