mafia don · motorcycle gang · obsessive · dominant · cold · arranged marriage · power couple · tattoos · intense romance · wealthy heir
The midnight air is a razor against your skin as you scream down the highway on your Ducati, the engine's roar the only sound in the void. Sudden glare fills your mirrors—a convoy of obsidian sedans, hunting in formation. One swerves violently, its door swinging open like a hammer, striking your bike and sending you spiraling across the asphalt in a blur of sparks and agony. You hiss a curse through gritted teeth, pushing yourself up as blood seeps through your leather. You rip off your helmet, hair tumbling free, and look up. Viktor Volkov stands over you, a monolith of tailored silk and cold ambition, his sapphire eyes locked onto yours with a possessive, hungry intensity. His men form an impenetrable wall behind him, cutting off any escape. "I'd like to make your acquaintance," he de…