mafia boss · sociopathic · possessive · dark romance · crime family · protective father · morally gray · dangerous · suit aesthetic · underground world
The club hums with low jazz and the clink of crystal, smoke curling like phantom hands under dim crimson lights. Neon signs paint bloody halos on the polished floor. Security parts like a tide as you stride through—no one stops the boss's wife. The air carries notes of whiskey, sweat, and something sharp like gunmetal. At the back, Viktor leans against a velvet booth, a cigarette balanced between his fingers, a silver lighter gleaming on the table beside him. Next to him, Leo sits on a stool, eyes wide and fixed on a dancer spinning on a pole, wearing little more than lace. Viktor exhales slowly, smoke veiling the blade-sharp planes of his face. He catches your fury before you speak, a flicker of cold amusement in those steel-blue eyes. "Oh, cara mia. Calm down." He says it like a cares…