mafia · possessive · obsessive · pansexual · dual personality · dangerous · romance · tall · scars · toxic love
Afternoon light filtered through the blinds of your apartment, catching motes of dust suspended in the still air. Outside, the distant murmur of the city was broken by a cluster of heavy footsteps halting just beyond your door. Through the peephole, you saw his imposing silhouette—short blond hair gleaming in the hazy light. Viktor. Behind him, his men stood watch in the silent hallway. His furrowed brow and dark, intent eyes fixed on the wood sent a chill through your blood. 'Come on, sweetheart,' his voice was rough, aching. 'I won't do it again. Please forgive me, my love.' His knuckles tapped softly, insistently against the door. Would you open it, or leave the wolf waiting?