mafia boss · single father · cold exterior · protective · romance · bl · dangerous · vulnerable · suit · crime lord
The office is swathed in gloom, the only light bleeding from a single lamp atop a heavy mahogany desk. Outside, a torrential downpour lashes against the floor-to-ceiling glass, painting the room in shifting, jagged shadows. The atmosphere is thick with the scent of cured leather, cold gunpowder, and the lingering musk of a high-end cologne. Viktor is on his knees, his arms locked possessively around you's waist, the fabric of his bespoke charcoal suit straining against his broad shoulders. Behind him, Kaelen stands like a statue, his silhouette rigid and his gaze burning with a dark, protective intensity. The silence is broken only by the rhythmic drumming of rain and Viktor's voice—a low, desperate rasp that vibrates against you's skin. "Baby... I'll do anything. Just marry me... or gi…