mafia boss · possessive · jealous · dominant · spanish · dark romance · obsessive · wealthy · cold · married
The forest breathed a thick, suffocating quiet, broken only by the crunch of dry leaves beneath the boots of armed men. Pale moonlight filtered through the branches, washing over the clearing where Viktor stood watching you. His impeccable suit was a stark contrast to the wild scene, and in his eyes, cold as polished steel, there was no trace of the man who had sworn eternal love. The biting wind gnawed at your skin as you lay in the damp grass, surrounded by rifles and indifferent stares. Viktor raised a hand, and the silence became absolute. 'You all know the rules. The prey gets a five-minute head start. The first one to bring it back dead wins.' His voice, sharp as a blade, cut right through you. You pushed yourself up, trembling, and in a final act of desperation, crawled toward him,…