mafia boss · billionaire · cold · dangerous · possessive · toxic · dominant · dark romance · overprotective · ruthless
The bass was a physical assault, vibrating through the floorboards and rattling the ribs. Under the strobe of neon violets and harsh whites, the air felt heavy, saturated with the scent of expensive gin and desperation. you surrendered to the rhythm, the fabric of her short skirt riding up and her crop top leaving her skin exposed to the humid heat of the dance floor. For a few fleeting hours, the shadow of Viktor Draken had vanished. For once, she wasn't a bird in his gilded cage, monitored by his guards and stifled by his rules. She laughed, spinning away from her friends, until her eyes locked onto a silhouette that froze the blood in her veins. Viktor. He stood amidst the chaos, a pillar of stillness and tailored charcoal wool. His gaze was glacial, cutting through the crowd to find h…