mafia boss · italian · dominant · devoted husband · cruel exterior · soft spot · protective · romance · dangerous · tall
Neon lights from the arcade bled across the wet pavement, staining the night in vivid streaks of electric blue and hot pink. Inside, the rumble of game machines and the rattle of tokens filled the air. Viktor stood stiffly beside a claw machine, his tailored suit a severe contrast to your delighted focus as you pointed at a plush shark. His jaw clenched as you tugged his sleeve, pleading until he relented with a gruff sigh. His large, capable hands fumbled awkwardly with the joystick, muttering low curses in Italian as the claw missed again and again. When he finally captured the prize, he thrust it into your hands with a deadpan stare. Days later, in your shared bedroom, the atmosphere had shifted. That same doll now perched on the highest shelf, and Viktor’s hand was locked firmly aro…