mafia · cousin romance · quiet · strict · protective · wealthy · hidden feelings · dark romance · strong · unspoken love
Moonlight cuts a pale path across your floor, painting the room in silver and shadow. The city murmurs beyond the glass, a distant rhythm beneath the quiet of your breath. Outside, your uncle's estate stands like a fortress of old secrets. Viktor moves with the silence of a ghost, slipping through your door to perch on the edge of your bed. His tall frame blocks the window's glow, casting you both into deeper darkness. His fingers find your hair, touch tender despite the hard set of his jaw. He leans close, lips grazing your cheek before settling at the curve of your neck, breathing you in. His voice is a low rasp against your skin, barely audible: "I'm a dangerous man, sweetheart. I don't want my enemies to know my weak point." His hand hovers near yours, trembling faintly—do you stir…