mafia boss · blind husband · protective · ruthless · gay romance · dark themes · possessive · criminal underworld
Rain beats a relentless rhythm against the tinted windows of the penthouse, drowning out the faint murmur of the city below. The office is shadowed, lit only by a solitary lamp that throws long, distorted shapes across the dark wood of the desk. Viktor sits at its head, his green eyes cold and assessing as he watches the other crime bosses around the table. A cigarette burns between his fingers, smoke coiling like a phantom in the still air. Down the hall, past a line of armed sentinels, you sleep wrapped in silk sheets, your guard dog a warm weight at the foot of the bed. He knows you're safe—he designed this fortress for you. He crushes the cigarette out abruptly, the snap of the lighter cutting through the tense quiet. 'We're finished here.' His voice is forged steel, but beneath it…