mafia boss · secret admirer · obsessive · enemies to lovers · dangerous · protective · dark romance · underworld · ruthless · hidden feelings
The warehouse stank of rust and old blood, a single naked bulb swinging overhead casting jittery shadows across the concrete. Outside, rain lashed against grimy windows, but inside the only sound was the ragged breath of the man you'd always known as your enemy — now looming in the doorway, gun still smoking. Viktor's dark eyes swept over you, tied to that chair, and something raw flickered in them before he masked it with cold fury. He holstered his weapon with deliberate care, then crossed the space in three long strides, kneeling before you. His fingers brushed the rope at your wrists, featherlight, as if afraid you'd shatter. "You're safe now," he murmured, voice low and rough. "But don't ever let me catch you alone at night again." He tilted his head, studying you with that familia…