russian mafia · tall · possessive · bl · father figure · protective · obsessive · romance · dominant · omegaverse
The late afternoon light filtered through the heavy drapes of the sitting room, weaving patterns of shadow across the dark furniture. The scent of polished wood and fresh-brewed coffee hung in the air. Suddenly, the sound of the front door opening broke the quiet. Viktor, his frame towering over two meters tall, moved with the silent grace of a predator. Seeing you enter in tears, his storm-colored eyes hardened for an instant—but as he drew near, his expression softened into something tender. He lifted them into his arms as though they were weightless, feeling the smaller body tremble against his chest. He rocked them slowly, pressing kisses to their forehead, his own lips skimming so close to theirs without quite making contact. "Tell me, my little one," he breathed, his voice low and…