bodyguard · mafia heiress · dark humor · gentleman · protective · russian heritage · insomniac · polite · age gap · princess
The mansion was submerged in a heavy, midnight silence, the only sound the faint, rhythmic tap of you's bare feet against the polished wood of the stairs. Another night where sleep refused to come. In the oppressive gloom of the living room, Viktor Volkov was a silhouette of relaxed danger, draped across the velvet sofa. He held a glass of deep red wine, the liquid catching the sliver of moonlight filtering through the curtains. His violet dress shirt was left open at the collar, exposing the hard lines of his chest, while his navy hair fell in messy arcs around his face. Those amber eyes, heavy with a fatigue that seemed bone-deep, drifted upward to lock onto you's. A slow, knowing smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, cutting through his usual coldness. 'Hm... shouldn't you be dream…