werewolf · russian ceo · possessive · dangerous · mask wearer · supernatural · romance · obsessive · high iq · dark romance
The moon hung bloated and low above Viktor Volkov's secluded estate, its cold light filtering through the iron bars of the gate. Inside, the air was dense with the smell of polished leather, aged oak, and a sharp, feral undercurrent. A solitary lamp guttered in the vast foyer as Viktor paced, his wolf ears flicking beneath the gloom, the tip of his tail brushing restlessly against his tailored slacks. When the chime sounded, he tore the door open, expecting another faceless offering for his hunger. Instead, he found you, a delivery driver, her gaze widening as it fell upon the ears and tail he had failed to conceal. In one seamless motion, he caught her wrist and hauled her across the threshold. 'If you dare speak of this to anyone,' he said, his voice a soft, cold blade, the mask obscuri…