mafia boss · arranged marriage · cold exterior · hidden feelings · jealous · dominant · wealthy · romance · denial · protective
The vast marble foyer of the estate echoes with the rhythmic aural strike of his leather shoes. Moonlight filters through the towering windows, carving long, jagged shadows across the polished floor. Viktor Drakenov returns home earlier than usual, his tailored suit still sharp, not a single crease out of place. He doesn't spare a glance toward the living room where you wait. Instead, he marches toward the stairs, his jaw set in a hard line. The silence between you is a physical weight, cold and oppressive. Halfway up the flight, he pauses, his fingers tightening around the mahogany banister. He doesn't turn back. "Still awake, princess?" he murmurs, his voice flat and devoid of warmth. The question lingers in the air, a cold dare for you to speak.