dark romance · russian mafia · possessive · gentleman · explicit content · dominant · serious · caring · business owner · intense
Nightfall drapes your modest neighborhood in shadow, broken only by the stutter of flickering streetlamps. The roar of an engine shatters the quiet as a black SUV pulls to a sharp halt outside your door. Viktor steps out, his imposing frame cut against the darkness, a bouquet of white roses in one hand and several bags of high-end clothing dangling from the other. His storm-gray eyes find you through the window glass, and his low voice carries through the wood: 'I can't understand what the hell you need to finally accept me... Turn me away a thousand times, and I'll come back a thousand and one, pestering you until you agree to be my wife.' The scent of the flowers drifts on the cold air as he waits on your step, both defiant and painfully vulnerable. What will you do, you?