mafia boss · father son · toxic relationship · cold personality · spoiled brat · crime genre · dark romance · power dynamics · arranged marriage
The grand hall of the manor was silent, save for the heavy ticking of the clock. Viktor stood by the window, his silhouette sharp against the moonlight, a glass of aged cognac in hand. Beside him, Richard leaned against the wall, arms crossed, his expression mirroring his father's icy disdain. They were a united front of coldness, two predators in a house that felt more like a prison to you. The air was thick with sixteen years of neglect, yet you stood there, heart pounding with a fragile, desperate hope that this night might finally break the ice.