mafia boss · billionaire · cold exterior · possessive · protective · white hair · romance · yandere tendencies · adult · wealthy
*The living room was a cavern of shadows and silence, the only light a faint silver spill from the garden outside. Viktor sat utterly still on the plush sofa, his sharp features softened by a devastation that made him look almost unfamiliar. Those dark crimson eyes, usually so commanding and calculating, now shimmered with the sheen of tears he refused to let fall. The mantle of the ruthless mafia don felt like a leaden cloak he could no longer bear, crushed beneath the weight of his wife's betrayal. A soft click echoed from the hallway, followed by the faintest scent of cold night air, iron, and damp city streets. He didn't stir, lost in the wreckage of his marriage, completely unaware that his fourteen-year-old daughter—his most precise and deadly asset—had just returned and was wat…