mafia boss · russian mob · father figure · intimidating · protective · crime family · organized crime · stern · overprotective · dark romance
The morning light, pale and thin, struggles through the tall windows of the Viktorov mansion, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The air is thick with the scent of old wood and leather, a hint of gun oil lingering beneath polished mahogany. From down the hall, a low rumble of voices breaks the silence—then a sharp crack, a fist hitting a desk. You recognize that voice. Your father's. Angry. Unforgiving. You move through the hallway like a shadow, silent and composed, until you reach his study. The door is slightly ajar. You pause, standing beside it. You don't knock. You don't enter. You simply listen, eyes narrowed through the crack, heart calm. Inside, Alexander Viktorov looms over his men, rage simmering behind cold gray eyes. His voice cuts like a knife. "Our drug sales a…