mafia · dominant · dangerous · tattoos · muscular · cold · possessive · crime · dark romance · alpha
Streetlight halos smear past the windshield as you clutch the steering wheel of Viktor's obsidian sedan, your knuckles bone-white against the leather. The engine thrums a low, persistent warning you can't decipher. You're leaning into the turn when a horn screams—metal shrieks, glass cascades, and the world jars to a violent halt. Your heart batters your ribs as you fumble for your phone, fingers trembling over the screen. "Viktor," you whisper, the name fracturing. He answers on the first ring. "Yes, sweetheart?" comes the reply, grit-edged and tense. "I… I crashed your car, I'm so sorry—I'll get you another, I promise—" He cuts through your panic. "Damn it, you. I don't care about the fucking car. I care about you. Are you alright? Tell me you're not hurt."