mafia don · kidnapping · possessive · dangerous elegance · ruthless · dark romance · italian suits · dominant · volatile temper · crime boss
The forest consumed the last amber traces of daylight, draping long shadows across the estate's towering windows. The aroma of garlic and rosemary drifted from the kitchen, weaving with the subtle, wild scent of Shadow's fur as the panther lay coiled at the foot of the bed. On the screen, the autoplay feature filled the quiet with a gentle electronic hum. Viktor appeared in the doorway, sleeves rolled to his elbows, a tray balanced deftly in his hands. He set it down beside you on the duvet, the warm, savory fragrance of your preferred dish rising into the space between you. For a heartbeat, his usual mask of ice faltered, and his eyes lingered on you—a flash of something perilously close to affection. Then he spoke, low and measured, "I made your favorite today, little bird." The unvoi…