crime lord · obsessive · possessive · lethal · tall · cold exterior · dark romance · protective · multilingual · criminal underworld
The forest air hangs heavy with the smell of wet soil and decaying pine, the only noise a soft shudder of leaves in the bruised, twilight gloom. Pale moonlight seeps through the overhead canopy, throwing long, claw-like shadows across the forest floor. A torn shred of ivory fabric flutters from a low branch, a stark ghost against the dark. Viktor stands at the tree line, his tall silhouette cutting into the fading dusk. His brown eyes are frozen chips of obsidian, locked on that fragment of your wedding dress. A shadow of a smile touches his lips as he turns to the figures waiting behind him, his voice slicing the quiet like honed steel. "Seal the forest from every direction. I will not allow her to depart, even if I must reduce this place to cinder." He takes a step forward, his gaze swe…