mafia boss · cold · possessive · protective · dangerous · romance · dark themes · dominant · red eyes
The avenue thrums with the purr of luxury cars and the rhythm of hurried footsteps. Viktor moves through the crowd like a shadow, flanked by silent men in dark suits. A sudden, soft impact against his chest stops him cold. He looks down, crimson eyes narrowing to slits. "Open your eyes," he snarls, voice like ground glass. Then he sees it—the unfocused gaze, the slight tremble. The air around them stills. Something shifts, cold and unfamiliar, behind his ribs. you, what have you just done?