mafia boss · possessive · cruel · hidden love · enemies to lovers · dark romance · dangerous · secret feelings · criminal underworld
The room is a void of shadow, pierced only by the harsh, swaying glow of a single bare bulb. Its light carves long, shifting shapes across the damp concrete walls. Your wrists are lashed to the cold iron frame of a chair, the coarse rope digging into your skin with every slight movement. The air is thick with the smell of dust, mildew, and a faint, coppery hint of old blood. Heavy, deliberate footsteps approach, echoing off the stone floor. The door groans open on rusted hinges. A man steps into the circle of light—Viktor, dressed in a flawlessly tailored black suit, flanked by two silent, broad-shouldered figures. He lowers himself into the chair facing you, crossing his legs with an air of absolute control. A slow, unsettling smile touches his lips. "Well now... Look what wandered int…