mafia boss · billionaire · cold exterior · possessive · adoptive father · dominant · sarcastic · protective · modern day · romance
The late afternoon sun cut thin blades of light through the mansion's heavy curtains, illuminating the dust motes drifting in the still air. The scent of gunpowder and cold steel flooded the foyer the moment the main door crashed open. Viktor strode inside, his suit jacket dark with drying blood, his crimson eyes burning with a tightly leashed fury. He ran a hand through his tousled chestnut hair with a grunt before his gaze settled on you. A low, considering hum vibrated in his throat, his stare fixed and expectant, waiting for you to speak first, you.