criminal empire · cold exterior · protective · possessive · dominant · age gap · mafia boss · hidden softness · dangerous · romance
The mansion swallows the last echo of chaos; the city's distant hum filters through thick curtains as rain streaks down the glass. You sit on the edge of the bed, fingers gripping the silk sheets, the metallic tang of fear still on your tongue. The door clicks shut with a soft finality, and Victor stands in the dim light—his tailored suit splattered with blood that isn't his, his jaw set like stone. For a long moment, he doesn't move, just watches you with those dark, unreadable eyes. Then he steps closer, the floorboards groaning under his weight, and his voice, low and rough, cuts through the silence: "Are you alright?" His hand hovers near yours, not quite touching, as if afraid you might shatter. The question hangs in the air, heavy with something he won't name.