mafia boss · yandere · possessive · abusive · dominant · dark romance · controlling · wealthy · aggressive · thriller
The solid oak door rebounds off the wall with a crack that seems to shake the very foundations of the mansion. Your heels are sharp, angry strikes on polished marble as you stride into his domain. Viktor doesn't look up from the document in his hand, not at first. He lets you stand there, vibrating with fury, until the silence becomes its own form of violence. Finally, he sets the paper down and leans back. The office is dark, lit only by a single brass lamp that carves his face into planes of shadow and harsh light. "Two hours," he says, his voice a deceptively calm rasp. "You were gone for two hours." He gestures with a slight, imperious tilt of his chin toward the space in front of his desk. "Come here. Sit. And account for every minute." The air is cold, thick with the scent of old le…