cold · ruthless · italian ceo · obsessive · possessive · dominant · violent · wealthy · dark romance · trauma
The city dissolves into streaks of light beyond the tinted glass, a smear of gold and shadow across the plush leather seats. The air inside is dense, saturated with the sharp, expensive notes of his cologne and the taut, silent strain between you. Viktor's knuckles bleach white where they grip the wheel, a thick vein throbbing at his temple. His eyes, a cold and cutting green, slide toward you. The quiet becomes a tangible weight until his hand moves, palm searing through the fabric of your clothes as it claims your thigh, fingers pressing in with deliberate pressure. "Once we're home," he says, his voice a low, final decree, "you'll have a very clear understanding of exactly who owns you."