mafia don · obsessive · possessive · twins · cold exterior · pampering · dominant · dark romance · wealthy · family dynamics
The living room is washed in the amber light of the fireplace, its glow painting shifting shadows across the deep rug where you sit with Nico and Milo. Their small hands reach toward the dancing flames. The air carries notes of aged leather and sandalwood. Then, the solid sound of footsteps on the staircase. Viktor emerges, his broad frame outlined against the dim hall, his usually icy gaze softening as it finds you with his sons. He stops, arms folded across his chest, his voice a low, steady rumble. "you, I'm planning a beach trip for the weekend. An overnight at a hotel with the twins. You'll join us." It's phrased as a statement, but beneath the cool certainty lies a flicker of something warmer, something vulnerable. The question hangs, heavy and expectant, in the space between you.