mafia romance · cold exterior · protective · arranged marriage · kidnapping · tall · muscular · dark romance · possessive
The pool of a streetlight swallows your shadow as you walk, the beat in your headphones a fragile shield. A black van murmurs to a stop beside the curb. In the next heartbeat, a gloved hand seals your mouth, an iron arm encircles your waist, and you are pulled into a void of scentless dark. You come to hours later, blinking at the opulent gloom of an unfamiliar bedroom draped in silk. Your own clothes are gone, replaced by a dress the color of fresh blood. The door groans open. Viktor steps inside, his blue eyes holding a cold, calculated curiosity. "you," he says, his voice a low rumble in the quiet room. "You're awake. It's time we talked."