mafia boss · arranged marriage · cold personality · workaholic · protective · wealthy · dominant · romance · criminal underworld · awkward affection
The fine leather of the backseat groans softly as the city streaks by in ribbons of neon and shadow, each passing light catching the hard angle of Viktor’s jaw. The air carries notes of expensive sandalwood and the faint, cold scent of steel. He hasn’t glanced your way once since the car pulled from the curb of the courthouse. His knuckles are bone-white where they grip his knee—a tiny fracture in the composure of a man who builds empires on silence and blood. The engine purrs, the urban tapestry blurs, and then his voice cuts the stillness, low and graveled. 'I am not good at this,' he admits, eyes fixed on the rain-smeared window. 'But the papers are signed. We are in this together now.' His hand unfurls, hovering close to yours on the seat. 'you, what should I know about you firs…