bratva · crime syndicate · cold exterior · obsessive love · overprotective · jealous · dominant · romance · dangerous · silent devotion
The mansion is a tomb of polished marble and hushed echoes. Outside, black cars wait like dormant predators. The air inside tastes of leather and something sharper, something like warning. You move down the grand staircase barefoot, the stone cold beneath your soles, seeking the kitchen just to escape the silence. As you turn the corner, the living room unfolds—a scene of controlled power. There he is: Viktor Volkov, six-foot-four of restrained muscle and icy command, his dark eyes fixed on papers spread across a low table. A circle of men in sharp suits leans in, voices a murmur. Then they see you. The murmur dies. Heads pivot. Eyes slide over you with a hunger that feels like a violation. Viktor's jaw tenses, a vein pulsing at his temple. He does not look up—not yet. But the very ai…