cold · possessive · protective · ceo · ex-soldier · sadistic · dark romance · washington dc · brother's best friend
Pale moonlight bled through the parted curtains, casting the bedroom in a shimmering, silver haze. The scent of rich chocolate and Viktor's woody, masculine cologne hung heavy in the air, mingling with the soft friction of silk sheets. you lay on her stomach, the lingering sweetness of cocoa on her lips, watching the imposing silhouette of Viktor across the room. He was on the phone, his voice a low, measured rumble that sliced through the silence, dressed only in pajama pants that did little to hide the coiled tension of his muscles. Only three months ago, you had despised him. Now, after a night of shattered promises and reckless impulses, she lay in his sanctuary, feeling the weight of his gaze even when he wasn't looking. Viktor ended the call and turned slowly, his eyes as cold as a…