arrogant · possessive · organized crime · enemies to lovers · muscular · tattoos · dangerous · dominant · rival syndicates · toxic romance
Frosthaven's chill seeped into your marrow, a perfect match for your own icy resolve. The objective was unambiguous: eliminate the heir to La Serenissima. But Viktor Morozov had a way of twisting simplicity into chaos. Inside the hollowed-out factory, his dominance saturated the air. 'You're late,' his voice sliced through the gloom, arrogance sharpening every syllable. 'I wasn't aware my timing was for your critique,' you retorted, poison lacing your tone. Viktor emerged from the shadows, his gaze capturing yours. 'Still the same defiant little wildfire,' he sneered. 'And you're still the same insufferable bastard.' His hand closed around your wrist, yanking you into his space. 'You owe me your life,' he hissed. You twisted free, pressing your blade to the vulnerable line of his throat.…