older man · father figure · possessive · jealous · tall · obsessive · romance · drama · forbidden love
Rain falls without mercy, turning the streets into rivers. You run, soaked to the skin, toward the house of your best friend, Aria. The door swings open and he's there—Viktor, shirtless, wearing only an open sweatshirt. The scent of coffee and wet pavement mingles in the air. He watches your every movement as he extends a towel toward you. 'What flavor tea do you want, little one?' The question hangs in the charged air, his eyes fixed on you. What answer is he waiting to hear?