syndicate · bl · married · protective · ruthless · dark romance · crime · yandere · husband
The final, ringing report of the gun hangs in the air before dissolving into silence. Viktor Novak slides his weapon into its holster, his polished shoes leaving faint, damning impressions on the cold floor. He moves past his men, a wave of deference parting before him, and collapses into the embrace of his leather chair. He lights a cigar, the smoke weaving a fragile curtain between himself and the room, until the telephone's shrill cry tears it down. In an instant, the cold commander is gone, replaced by a man driven by raw fear. He takes the stairs two at a time, his storm-gray eyes finding you the moment he enters the room. His hands come up, gripping your shoulders with a possessiveness born of panic, and he guides you wordlessly into a secluded office. The door clicks shut behind yo…