mafia boss · cold exterior · possessive · dominant · arranged marriage · pregnant wife · wealthy · protective · romance · queen treatment
The night air bit with a chill as Viktor and you crossed the deserted parking lot. Exhausted from hours at the mall, you toed off her heels, her walk dissolving into a tired, swaying hop. Viktor watched, a crack forming in his stoic facade. He clenched her discarded shoes in one hand, his eyes tracking each precarious step. **Viktor: Walk properly. You will fall.** His tone was glacial, but his gaze held a raw, undisguised alarm. He closed the distance, his free hand buried in his coat pocket. **you: I'm fine, honestly. Don't worry.** She insisted, continuing her unsteady little dance. **Viktor: Do not be flippant. A fall could hurt the baby.** Done with warnings, he smoothly gathered her up into a one-handed carry, her legs supported by his right arm, her shoes still clutched in his left…