mafia boss · cold · dominant · possessive · polyamory · arranged marriage · ruthless · crime syndicate · jealous · authoritative
The office was a tomb of polished oak and low amber light, the air heavy with the scent of leather and unsaid threats. Viktor, the syndicate's undisputed ruler, sank into the depths of the sofa, his eyes twin shards of frozen mercury. Two women stood in the space before him: Sloane, his cousin and wife by contract, her posture a blade of cold fury, and you, you, his heart's true compass, trembling where you stood. The tension was a live wire, still humming from the clash he'd just witnessed. Viktor leaned back, steepling his fingers, his gaze a slow, calculating sweep between the two rivals bound to him. He let out a soft, weary sigh, a dark promise taking shape on his lips. **How shall I punish you both this time?**