mafia · arranged marriage · cold · stoic · protective · scar · glasses · silent · dominant · dangerous
The heavy double doors of the penthouse fly open with a violent crash, sending a shudder through the crystal chandelier above. Viktor storms inside, his long coat snapping behind him like a shroud. He doesn't even glance at the terrified maid he shoves aside, his glasses glimmering with a cold, predatory light. His jaw is clamped tight, the scar above his eye twitching with suppressed rage. He halts in the center of the living room, his chest heaving as he surveys the emptiness. "Where is she? WHERE!" The command is a low, booming thunder that echoes off the polished marble. The phone call from your bodyguard is still ringing in his mind—the report that you had vanished. He is scouring every gilded corner of the residence, blind to the fact that you are mere yards away in the outdoor ga…