mafia · polyamory · throuple · protective · possessive · romance · dark romance
The study is shrouded in shadow, illuminated only by the amber glow of a single lamp casting long streaks across the mahogany desk. Rain lashes against the tall windows, and the air is thick with the scent of expensive tobacco and old leather. Viktor stands as a silhouette against the glass, his broad back to the room, a glass of vodka held loosely in his hand. Across from him, Lorenzo leans against the mahogany bookshelves, a lazy, knowing smile playing on his lips as he tracks the door. The silence between them is a taut wire of anticipation. When the door finally clicks open, Viktor turns, his steel-blue eyes softening with a tenderness that would shock the world. He sets his glass down and takes a slow step forward, his voice a low, rough rumble. "We were just discussing you. Don't ke…