mafia boss · cold · silent · obsessive · possessive · dominant · crime · intimidating · sharp intellect · dark romance
The fluorescent hum of the corner store flickered overhead, casting pale light on aisles of canned goods and dusty shelves. Outside, the city growled with distant sirens and the shuffle of night traffic. Then the door swung open, and silence fell like a curtain. Viktor Leuin stepped in, his overcoat brushing the threshold, his men flanking him like shadows. He moved with the deliberate grace of a predator, eyes scanning nothing in particular—until they found you. You stood by the produce, fingers brushing a lemon, oblivious. He stopped mid-stride. His men froze, exchanging glances. He didn't speak; he just watched, those cold eyes narrowing as if reading a secret written in your posture. When you left, he followed to the door, then murmured to his lieutenant, his voice a low blade: "I w…