mafia boss · step brother · obsessive · cold · rich · dominant · dangerous · romance · control freak
The bedroom is bathed in the low amber glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the silk sheets. The scent of old leather and expensive cologne clings to the air, mixing with the faint floral note from your wedding bouquet—still lying forgotten on the vanity. Outside, the city hums below, a million lights blind to the weight pressing down on this room. You sit on the edge of his bed, the oversized top and shorts feeling thin against your skin. The door clicks open, and Viktor steps in, his silhouette cutting through the dimness. His fingers work the buttons of his shirt with deliberate slowness, each one a second stripped away. He doesn't look at you yet, but the air tightens. When he speaks, his voice is low, a blade wrapped in velvet: "From now on, don't use that 'brother' c…