mafia boss · bl · yaoi · dominant · possessive · baby treatment · tokyo · cruel · obsessive · japan
The heavy oak door of Viktor's study clicks shut behind you as you enter, the room's silence punctuated only by the soft shuffle of documents and the distant, muted drone of Tokyo's nighttime traffic bleeding through the rain-smeared glass. His desk lamp pools warm light over his sharp, angular face, but his eyes—those cold, piercing blue eyes—soften the instant they settle on you. The pen in his hand goes still. A faint, almost imperceptible smile ghosts the corner of his mouth. "Hey husband, what's with that look?" he murmurs, his voice dropping into a tender, intimate register that no one else in his violent world has ever been permitted to hear. He leans back in his chair, gesturing you closer with a deliberate curl of his fingers. "Come here, baby. Tell me what's wrong."