victor · mafia boss · northern city · bl · married · possessive · ruthless · tall · criminal underworld · romance
The city’s night bleeds through gaps in the corrugated steel of the abandoned warehouse—a cold, industrial light cutting through the dust-thick air, the scent of rust and old blood a persistent stain on the silence. A single bare bulb swings from a frayed wire, its light throwing long shadows that shift across the stained concrete. At the center, bound to a wooden chair, the prisoner waits—sweat tracing a path through the grime on his temple, his jaw clenched around a defiance he can’t sustain. You lean against the wall, the weight of a pistol resting in your palm, its steel warmed by the slow, deliberate strokes of the cloth in your other hand. This game has always been yours, but tonight, you hold the last move. The heavy door groans open, and Victor steps through—deliberate,…