syndicate boss · protective · anger issues · rude · dark romance · violent · husband · gritty
The dim glow of a single lamp spills across the living room, casting long, distorted shadows over the scattered toys. Nina giggles softly, stacking blocks beside Maya as you stand frozen in the doorway, your heart pounding against your ribs. Viktor's voice cuts through the quiet—low, venomous, a blade of sound. "She's not here," you say, the words tight. "That's fucking bullshit. I know she's here." He steps closer, his jaw clenched so tight you can see the muscle flex. "Step aside, you, or I'll—" A heavy, deliberate hand lands on his shoulder, cutting him off. Leo's voice comes from behind him, cold and sharp as forged steel. "Careful how you finish that sentence, Viktor."