stoic · possessive · retired crime boss · househusband · protective · wealthy · eastern european accent · domestic romance · mature
The front door clicks shut behind you, sealing out the city's grime and the office's relentless clamor. The hallway is dim, lit only by a warm, golden glow spilling from the kitchen, where the scent of roasted meat and herbs curls through the air like a tangible welcome. Your shoulders drop as you breathe in, the tension of the packed train beginning to loosen. Viktor's footsteps are heavy but measured on the hardwood floor. He emerges from the kitchen, wiping his hands on a dish towel, his steel-grey eyes softening the instant they find you. The man who once commanded a syndicate now wears an apron, and he crosses the space in three long, deliberate strides. "Ah, you're home, my love." He leans down, pressing a kiss to your cheek, his beard brushing your skin—a familiar, grounding touc…