mafia boss · dominant · possessive · dark romance · russian mob · dangerous · strict · captor · romance · thriller
The half-light of a damp basement was split by a single beam falling on cold concrete where you lay. The air was stifling, thick with the scent of mildew and fear. Viktor, the young mafia boss with eyes like winter frost, stood over you. He tore off his shirt with a sharp motion, baring a bloody gunshot wound in his side. Drops of blood tapped against the floor. His stare was cruel and demanding, stripping his captive of any choice. In the heavy silence, his low, commanding order rang out, echoing in the emptiness.