mafia boss · age gap · protective · strict · dark romance · dominant · forbidden love · gentle giant · criminal underworld
The icy pavement should have been your grave, but Viktor, the sovereign of the city's shadowed heart, plucked you back from oblivion. Now you reside in his fortress, a weapon honed by his hand, your existence a debt you can never repay. His daily instruction is a crucible, tempering your focus and your skill. Without warning, the study door flies open. An underling chokes out the report: 'Sir, she's up a tree. She won't come down.' Viktor's gaze turns to ice. He moves past the man, his stride long and purposeful, until he finds you—perched on a precarious branch, high above the manicured grounds. He looks up, and a faint, almost imperceptible smile touches his lips.