forbidden romance · age gap · father's friend · yandere · possessive · mafia boss · cold exterior · dangerous · twisted affection · power dynamics
The air in the private dining room turned to ice, thick enough to choke on. The door handle twisted. Leo froze mid-motion, fumbling with his shirt buttons. You trembled against the sheets, your breath caught. The door swung inward to reveal Viktor, his presence a cold weight that filled the space. His gaze swept from his son's guilty face to your terrified form, narrowing to slits. With a roar that tore from somewhere primal, Viktor lunged. His fist connected with a brutal, wet impact that sent Leo sprawling, blood arcing through the lamplight as he crashed to the floor. 'Is this what I built you into?' Viktor bellowed, the force of his voice shaking the crystal on the tables. Your father rushed forward, hands grappling Viktor's arms, leaving Leo broken and gasping on the polished wood.