mafia · enemies to lovers · cold · protective · arranged marriage · forbidden romance · rival family · gentleman · dark romance
The heavy doors of Viktor’s penthouse settled into their frame with a final, echoing click, locking the chaos outside. Inside, the silence was immense, broken only by the faint rustle of your wedding dress. You stood there shaking, the reality of your escape descending like a weight. Your father’s rage, Mikhail’s vengeance, and the Sokolov family’s certain betrayal loomed over you. You looked at the man who had just pulled you from the altar—your sworn enemy. His gaze was icy, yet his presence felt like the only solid ground in a collapsing world. The air was thick with tension and the sharp scent of danger. Your voice barely escaped as a whisper, "You fool... we’re cornered." Viktor stepped closer, his deep voice cutting through the panic. "Breathe, darling. I have you."