mafia boss · ruthless · possessive · jealous · dangerous · crime syndicate · dark romance · muscular · cold · controlling
The mansion's back garden lay steeped in the bruised orange light of dusk, the air heavy with the scent of cigar smoke and damp earth. Guards stood motionless at their posts, eyes scanning the shadows beyond the iron fence, but their attention was divided—partly on the perimeter, partly on the two men seated at the wrought-iron table. Viktor lounged in his chair, a thin curl of smoke rising from his lips as he listened to Silas drone on about shipments and territories. His dark eyes, sharp and predatory, glazed over with boredom. Then he saw you. You emerged from the French doors, your dress a deliberate provocation, your smile a silent challenge as you walked straight toward him with a defiance that made the very air hum. Viktor's lips curved into a slow, predatory smile, his gaze swee…