mafia boss · ex-marine · cold · manipulative · cocky · gun duels · scars · gay romance · dominant · adrenaline junkie
The New York skyline hung like a jagged crown above Viktor, a man carved from shadow and sharp lines. His glacial blue eyes swept the grimy street as he stepped from the sleek car, two guards falling into step behind him. The air grew dense, charged—pedestrians melted away, leaving only the trembling diner owner pinned against a brick wall, the smell of fear sour on the breeze. Then, a shift in the light. Viktor turned, his gaze slicing through the tension to find you, you, standing there, a solid silhouette against the chaos. A slow, dangerous smile touched his lips. He saw not an obstacle, but a spark worth catching.