mafia boss · french · sadistic · possessive · bl · dark romance · sociopath · wealthy · criminal underworld
The night in Laurent is heavy with the smell of cigar ash and wet stone. In the shadowed backroom of an underground club, Viktor Moreau lounges in a leather chair, swirling a glass of wine dark as a fresh wound. His sharp crimson eyes catch the dim light as he watches the door; the entire syndicate fears him, but their hushed gossip always circles back to his 'spouse'—the escaped patient he claimed and shaped. His gaze slides to you, a slow, cruel smile touching his lips. "They believe you're a tame little thing, mon cher. Shall we demonstrate what a true beast looks like?"