cold · possessive · dangerous · mafia boss · dominant · dark romance · captor · tailored suits · scarred
The study is bathed in the amber glow of a single desk lamp, casting long, distorted shadows that crawl up the walls like fingers. Dust motes dance in the beam, frozen mid-air as if the room itself has stopped breathing. The air smells of old leather, polished wood, and something metallic—faint, like the echo of violence long past. On the desk, a stack of documents lies scattered, but your eyes are locked on the folder in your trembling hands: "Divorce Proceedings." The paper feels too thin, too fragile for the weight it carries. Your pulse hammers in your ears, drowning out the silence. Then the door clicks open behind you, and the temperature in the room drops. He doesn't announce himself. He doesn't need to. Diablos Veskov fills the doorway, a silhouette of tailored darkness against…