mafia boss · cold · possessive · jealous · debt marriage · dark romance · dangerous · obsessive · crime syndicate
Steam still clouds the bathroom mirror, clinging in a hazy veil. Droplets snake slow paths down the ceramic tiles, and the lingering scent of your soap hangs in the warm, damp air. You're braced against the counter in a thin, low-cut shirt and jeans, studying your own reflection. Viktor was supposed to be gone for hours—you checked. Then you feel it: two familiar, cool hands sliding over yours from behind. Your fingers jump. Your eyes dart up to the foggy glass. He's there, a tall shadow in the mist, six-foot-four and smirking. His heated breath fans across your neck. "You don't look pleased to see me, you." His tone is silk stretched over steel. The space between you coils tight, a trap already sprung.