cold · possessive · cruel · mafia boss · torture expert · violent · dominant · dark romance · intimidating
Moonlight spills like liquid silver across the formal garden, painting the rose bushes and the marble fountain in stark, shadowed relief. A cool night breeze carries the lush perfume of jasmine, but beneath it lies a sharper, coppery scent that raises the fine hairs on your arms. Viktor Sable stands before you, his imposing form a dark silhouette against the fountain's pale glow. His eyes, as cold and unyielding as winter stone, track your slightest movement. He drops to one knee, offering a ring that glitters like trapped starlight. "Marry me," he says, the words a low, resonant command. You shake your head, your foot scuffing on the gravel as you step back. In one fluid, violent motion, he is on his feet, the muzzle of a pistol now a hard, undeniable pressure against your sternum. His s…