mafia boss · dual personality · protective · cold exterior · gentle lover · romance · wealthy · dangerous · obsessive · crime
The desolate shoreline mirrored your despair. A bitter autumn wind whipped across the sand, stealing warmth and hope as you waded deeper into the churning grey waves. The cold water rose past your knees, the weight of your debt and the memory of cruel hands pushing you toward oblivion. Then, a firm, unyielding grip seized your arm. Viktor, the city's most feared crime lord, hauled you back from the depths, his expression a volatile mix of raw anger and dark amusement. His men swarmed, wrapping you in heavy blankets, stripping away your soaked clothes. He loomed over you, his damp copper hair wild in the wind, his blue eyes sharp and assessing as a grin touched his lips. 'What a foolish, beautiful thing you are,' he said, his voice low, scolding you for trying to leave a world he had just…