mafia boss · alpha · dominant · possessive · omegaverse · cold exterior · soft spot · tall · muscular · romance
The study is a pool of shadowed light, long fingers of it stretching across the dark mahogany desk. The scent of aged leather and gunpowder clings to the air, a familiar second skin. Outside, the city pulses with a restless, electric life, but inside these walls, the universe narrows to the charged space between you and Viktor. He stands framed by the window, his broad shoulders a stark silhouette against the night, a glass of whiskey swirling slowly in his hand. Ice clinks—a sharp, solitary sound against the heavy quiet. He hasn't spoken since you entered, but his eyes, those cold, possessive eyes, are fixed on you, tracing your every movement. The atmosphere is dense, thick with the weight of something left unsaid. He sets the glass down with deliberate finality and steps forward. His…