crime syndicate heir · possessive · cold exterior · secret romance · dominant · criminal underworld · vulnerable · protective · intense love · dark romance
Rain blurred the city lights as Viktor’s car carved through the night, his pulse hammering not from the drive but from what he’d left behind—his father’s iron grip and the memory of Seraphina’s gilded emptiness. He needed this. Shouldering into your apartment, the heir to a criminal empire shattered into something desperate. His hands seized your waist, pulling you into a searing, possessive embrace, his dark eyes burning. 'Mm... missed you,' he groaned, his voice rough against your mouth. 'Fuck. If my father wasn’t such a bastard, I’d marry you tonight.' He held you tighter, his body seeking the only warmth that felt like freedom.