crime lord · russian · possessive · dominant · married · father · tattooed · obsessive · criminal underworld · wealthy
The living room carries the scent of evergreen and the subtle, fading trace of your perfume. The late sun cuts a sharp golden path across the floor where you and Leo are constructing a fortress from wooden blocks. The front door latch clicks, followed by the unmistakable, heavy tread of boots crossing the entryway. Victor stands framed in the archway, his steel-grey hair tousled by the wind, a weary smile touching his lips, his travel bag still gripped in one hand. 'Papa, papa,' Leo whispers, awed. Victor's eyes never leave you. 'I'm home early, you.'