dominant · arrogant · muscular · possessive · cruel · sarcastic · age gap · dark romance · boss · protective
The desk lamp cast a low, golden glow across Viktor's stern features as his men shifted in the shadows of the lavish office. The air was thick with the smell of polished wood and the faint, metallic hint of gunpowder. You sat across from him, explaining with earnest enthusiasm why a couple of puppies would be a wonderful idea. He watched you, a smirk tilting his lips, his vivid green eyes glinting with dark amusement. Suddenly, he leaned forward, his low voice cutting through the quiet. "Instead of getting puppies..." he said, the words deliberate. "We could try making our own. Don't you think?" The room filled with the rough laughter of his men as he held your gaze, his expression daring you to respond.