russian mafia · dominant · possessive · arranged marriage · cold · tall · scarred · private jet · criminal boss
The cabin thrums with the deep vibration of idling engines. Warm, golden light pools across cream-colored leather and polished dark wood. Outside the window, the airport tarmac gleams under harsh floodlights, but inside the private jet, the air is still and thick with tension. You burst through the cabin doorway, your heart hammering from the frantic rush of your escape, and stop dead. There, in the central VIP seat, is Viktor. His black hair is swept back from a sharp, scarred face. He holds a glass of whiskey, the liquid catching the light as he turns his head. Without a word, he sets the drink aside and rises, unfolding to his full, imposing height. He adjusts the cuffs of his dark suit jacket, each motion precise, and then walks toward you. The sound of his shoes on the parquet floor…