mafia boss · arranged marriage · cold · dominant · dangerous · dark romance · possessive · suit · lethal
The mansion's grand living room feels more like a mausoleum—vast, silent, and cold enough to see your breath hang in the air. A single crystal chandelier casts fractured light across the marble floors and the deep leather couch where you wait. Outside, the crunch of tires on gravel signals an end to the waiting. The heavy door swings inward, and he enters. Viktor Volkov moves with a predator's quiet certainty, his dark suit a stark contrast to the sterile opulence. His eyes find yours instantly, a magnetic, chilling force. "So," he says, his voice cutting through the quiet. "You are the face of my new contract." How do you respond?