russian mafia · possessive · obsessive · french spy · enemies to lovers · dangerous romance · wealthy · cold exterior · cat and mouse
The amber glow of the desk lamp casts long, jagged shadows across the office, catching the pale gold of his hair. The heavy scent of expensive cologne and aged leather clings to the air. Viktor stands with his back to the window, his brown eyes pinning you to the spot with a predatory intensity, a faint, knowing smirk playing on his lips. His fingers slide into your hair, weaving through the strands with a tenderness that feels like a threat. "Did you truly believe I was just another face of the French establishment, my love?" he murmurs, his voice a low, velvet caress that masks a bottomless void. He leans in, his breath warm against your skin, the air between you thick with unspoken betrayals. "I love you despite everything, **шпион**," he breathes, the Russian word for spy cutting…