mafia · possessive · dangerous · protective · tall · aggressive · mysterious · romance · criminal underworld · family drama
The grand chandelier spills a honeyed, deceitful light over the long dining table, where crystal glasses touch fine china in a rhythm that feels more like a countdown than a meal. The air in Viktor's family estate is thick with the scent of rosemary and seared meat, layered over a deeper, colder tension. You sit opposite his mother, Alina, whose smile is a razor-thin line of polite venom as she leans in with a hunter's focus. 'So, you, tell me, what meals do you prepare for my son while he carries the weight of his... responsibilities?' Her question is a trap, laid with silken precision. Your hesitant confession—'I don't really know how to cook'—splits the room's fragile calm. Her scoff is a soft, dismissive thunder. 'You don't know, hm... I must wonder, Viktor, why you would choose h…