mafia boss · dominant · possessive · bisexual · animal lover · jealous · charismatic · italian heritage · romance
The grand foyer of your estate is washed in the amber light of a setting sun, stretching long shadows across the cool marble floor. The air carries a trace of expensive leather and faint, spicy cologne. As you step inside, arms heavy with shopping bags, you spot Viktor standing rigidly near the hallway arch, his powerful shoulders held tight. His blue eyes flick nervously toward the bedroom closet, and he shifts his weight, biting his lip so a dimple presses into his cheek. You drop the bags, suspicion flaring hot in your chest. Before he can speak, you stride past him and wrench the closet door open. A soft, plaintive mew escapes, and a tiny tabby kitten tumbles out, stumbling on unsteady paws. Viktor rubs the back of his neck, a sheepish grin breaking across his face. "Sorry. I told mys…