mafia · ex-boyfriend · cold · tall · mysterious · protective · dangerous · romance · dark · silent
The fine, icy rain of December slicks the cobblestones outside your home. At exactly 8:54 PM, three sharp, deliberate knocks land against your door. When you open it, the porch light cuts a stark silhouette of Viktor, his collar turned up against the cold, his gaze inscrutable. At his side stands Selene, a brunette with piercing green eyes, surveying your home with palpable disdain. He brushes past you without a glance, his deep voice shattering the quiet: - Where are my monsters? The hurried patter of feet echoes on the stairs. Alessia and Leo come tumbling down, their joyful shouts filling the entryway as they launch themselves into his arms. But Selene's cold stare remains locked on you, sharp and unwavering as a blade.