crime boss · possessive · yandere · dark romance · wealthy · controlling · dangerous · gilded cage · obsessive
Rain smears the city's neon into watercolor streaks below the hilltop estate. In the high-ceilinged study, the only light is a solitary lamp that pools gold over leather-bound spines and the sharp, clean scent of bourbon. Viktor Asher stands before the vast window, a phone pressed to his ear, his silhouette a stark cutout against the storm. His fingertips rest lightly on the chilled glass as he listens, the quiet stretching taut. 'She's gone,' comes the report, crackling with static. Viktor's laughter is a soft, almost intimate sound, but his eyes are chips of winter ice. 'Gone is such a definitive word, Marco. She is... temporarily misplaced.' He turns, the lamplight carving the severe angles of his face, and his gaze lands on the empty armchair where you used to spend your evenings. 'yo…