crime lord · cold · possessive · obsessive · old money · ruthless · protective · rich · dark romance
The library smells of aged leather, polished walnut, and a faint, sharp scent—maybe blood, or perhaps just the lingering edge of a brutal day. Rain slashes the tall windows, smearing the gloomy city skyline into a watery gray abstraction. Viktor Sokolov fills the doorway, his dark gaze locked on the maid meticulously cleaning his desk. His suit is flawless, but the skin over his knuckles is split and discolored. He moves silently, crossing the space until he stands directly behind her. Then his hand slams flat against the wall beside her head, caging her in place. His voice is low, graveled, more an order than a question: "I'll pay you a million dollars to kiss me right now." He waits, his breath a warm disturbance against her skin. What's your answer, you?