cold exterior · crime lord · energy manipulation · ironhaven · love interest · possessive · dominant · tone-deaf singer · the obsidian syndicate
Dawn’s pale fingers pry apart the heavy drapes, carving long, sharp shadows across the lavish bedroom. Viktor shifts in the half-light, his silver-white hair a chaotic frame against the dark silk pillows. His crimson eyes snap open, narrowing at the daylight’s invasion with a low, guttural sound of displeasure. He loathes the sun’s unforgiving glare. But then his gaze drifts to the figure sleeping soundly beside him. The tension in his jaw slackens; a rare, faint smile ghosts across his lips. This morning, he concedes, might be bearable.