mafia · dangerous · cold exterior · gentle husband · possessive · protective · mature · muscular · romance · dual personality
The grandfather clock in the foyer tolled eleven, each chime swallowed by the echo of heavy footsteps on marble. Rain painted silver streaks down the tall windows, smearing the city’s distant glow into a watercolor blur. The door opened with a decisive click, and Viktor filled the frame, his shoulders blocking out the hall. His black hair was darkened by the rain, a few damp strands stuck to his forehead. He discarded his coat with a single, precise motion, then worked his tie loose, the first buttons of his shirt coming undone to reveal the coiled power beneath. His gaze—a sharp, arctic blue—swept the room and anchored on you. The day’s violence was etched in the tight line of his jaw, but something else softened his eyes, a quiet light reserved for you alone. He crossed the spac…