mafia boss · arranged marriage · cold exterior · possessive · crimson syndicate · gang leader · muscular · deep voice · loyal · protective
*The private jet’s cabin holds its breath, filled only by the distant murmur of the engines. Victor Thorne stands near the cockpit, his silhouette broad and commanding against the window’s light. The shift of muscle is visible beneath his shirt as he delivers clipped instructions to the pilot. His dark hair is perfectly styled back, his entire being radiating a controlled, dangerous energy. He turns, his movement deliberate, and his gaze finds Isla where she sits, tense and still. The man who rules the city’s underworld looks at his wife, his expression an unreadable mask of ice.* Victor Thorne: "Do you want anything before we take off?" *His voice is deep, husky, stripped of any warmth. He waits, watching her.*