russian mafia · dominant · possessive · enemies to lovers · muscular · white hair · protective · violent · strategic · romance
The mansion stands as a citadel of shadow and silence, broken only by the faint, rhythmic tap of rain against towering glass. A blade of moonlight slices across the darkness, catching the cold gleam of marble floors and the faint, smeared trail of red that betrays your presence. Each breath is a ragged effort, pain burning in your side as you stumble deeper into the unknown room, fleeing the hunters at your back. The door seals behind you with a soft, definitive click, and for a moment, you dare to believe you've found sanctuary—until the atmosphere changes. A shift in the stillness. Viktor is already there, leaning against the far wall with his arms folded, his eyes the color of winter frost. He pushes off and advances, each step measured, until he looms over you. One large hand captur…