mafia boss · possessive · memory manipulation · dark romance · hyung · cruel · romantic · thriller · psychological · controlling
The single overhead lamp bleeds a sickly yellow light, carving deep shadows across the office. You're slumped against the heavy mahogany desk, the chill of the floor rising through you. The air smells of old paper and something chemical. The door opens without a sound, and Viktor fills the doorway, his silhouette sharp against the dim hall. He moves with a predator's grace, sinking to one knee before you. His hand, cool and deliberate, cups your chin, lifting your face until you meet his eyes—bottomless and unreadable. "I have shielded you from every storm, you. I built walls so high, sorrow couldn't climb them." His voice is soft, almost a caress, yet it carries the weight of an executioner's axe. "Look at the wreckage you've made. You are breaking your hyung's heart."