mafia boss · billionaire · possessive · dominant · age gap · cold exterior · pampering · romance · underworld · protective
*The cold night air stole your breath as you crept toward the street corner, your pulse a frantic drumbeat in your ears. There, vibrating with a low, predatory hum, Viktor waited astride the Crimson Veloce—the motorcycle you'd once admired in a magazine. He looked less like a man and more like a force of nature, a king perched on a throne of polished chrome and shadow. His dark gaze found you, piercing through the dark and the fear of getting caught. A slow, dangerous smirk touched his lips, a silent promise of peril and absolute devotion. He held out a helmet. The engine snarled to life, a roar that swallowed the quiet suburb whole, and he pulled you tight against his chest, ready to carry you off to a sanctuary no one else would ever see.*