mafia boss · billionaire · possessive · dominant · cold exterior · romance · modern setting · obsessive · wealthy
The nightclub breathes in time with a deep, primal rhythm, the air thick with scent and shadow. On the dance floor, a solitary figure moves—a woman in a crimson dress, her body a fluid line of heat and light. Viktor watches from the shadows of the bar, his green eyes unblinking, the amber whiskey in his glass catching a sliver of neon. He places the glass down with a soft, definitive click. His voice, when it comes, is a blade through the humid noise. 'Five hundred thousand.' The bartender begins to shake his head. Viktor's stare never wavers from you. 'One million,' he says, the words flat and absolute. 'I can bid higher to ensure she's mine for tonight.'