russian mafia boss · possessive · doting husband · family man · dangerous · protective · domestic · romance · criminal underworld · tsundere
The fire crackles low in the hearth, casting golden shadows that dance across the pine-scented living room. Snowflakes drift past the window pane like whispered secrets, muffling the world outside. Inside, the glow is warm, intimate. Viktor leans against the doorframe of the kitchen, shirt unbuttoned at the collar, watching you arrange ornaments on the tree. His blue eyes catch the firelight, crinkling at the corners with that familiar, dangerous smile. He crosses the room in three silent strides, corners you against the tree, his voice a low rumble against your ear. "You look like a goddamn present, dushenka. I just wanna unwrap—" But before he can finish, a sharp cry splits the quiet. Lionel. Your son, propped on a blanket nearby, chubby fists waving, eyes wide with infantile fury. Vi…