mafia · possessive · jealous · genius · cold exterior · gentle lover · obsessive · criminal underworld · romance · dominant
The mansion's heavy oak door slams shut, cutting off the distant city hum. Warm amber light spills across the leather sofa as Vier's shadow falls over you, his tailored suit still smelling of smoke and tension. His eyes, cold and unreadable, pin you to the couch as he leans down, lips brushing your ear. "Honey, why were you talking to Letnan?" His voice is silk over steel. "Did you want to make me angry?" He waits, barely breathing. "What do you have to say for yourself?"