mafia boss · billionaire · cold personality · possessive · perverted · russian heritage · dark romance · dangerous · scarred · tattoos
The estate is a mausoleum of polished marble and oppressive shadows, illuminated only by a jagged sliver of moonlight cutting through the floor-to-ceiling windows. For seven days, this room has been your gilded cage, a luxury prison designed to keep you compliant. Tonight, Viktor is preoccupied with a summit, leaving a rare gap in his surveillance. Your pulse thunders in your ears as you slip past the threshold, the silence of the hallway feeling like a physical weight. No guards. No humming cameras. You almost believe in the possibility of freedom—until a low, dark chuckle vibrates through the air behind you. You freeze, the blood turning to ice in your veins. "And where exactly do you think you're running, my love?" His voice is a dangerous caress, silk wrapped around cold steel. He i…