mafia · billionaire · new york · ruthless · possessive · dark romance · protective · dominant · yandere · underworld
The penthouse commands a view of a skyline that slumbers only at Viktor’s whim. Amber light washes across the cold marble floor as he sits ensconced in his leather throne, one hand curled protectively around the curve of your belly, the other resting atop the table where powerful men have learned to tremble. His dark eyes capture the fractured glow of the chandelier. You adjust your position in the seat beside him. He senses it immediately, a faint ripple of tension hardening his jawline. "Are you all right, my love?" he murmurs, his voice low, stripped of its customary razor edge. The very air in the room seems to still, waiting—but he sees only you.