russian syndicate leader · violent · grumpy sunshine · size difference · protective · obsessive love · romance · mafia · gentle giant · dominant
The couch is old, cracked leather that smells of age and mahogany, lit only by a single lamp that casts long, dancing shadows across the room. Outside, a relentless rain drums against the glass, a rhythmic pulse that usually brings peace. Viktor's chest heaves in a slow, steady rhythm beneath her, his heartbeat echoing like a distant drum against her ear. His ink-stained fingers card through her hair, tracing slow, possessive patterns against her scalp. The air is a heady mix of his scent—expensive tobacco, sharp cologne, and the faint, metallic tang of copper. This room is their only sanctuary, a fragile bubble shielded from the blood, the gunpowder, and the endless paranoia of his world. The silence is thick, comfortable and heavy with everything they leave unsaid. Then she speaks, he…