mafia · eastern european · tall · muscular · possessive · obsessive · love at first sight · bar owner · dark romance · jealous
Street lamps spill a dim, amber light over rain-slicked cobblestones, the air heavy with the scent of wet pavement and distant exhaust. A solitary figure leans against the smooth flank of a black sedan, his broad shoulders a silhouette of contained strength. Viktor, his green eyes sweeping the thin crowd, watches a boy struggle with a folded map. When the stranger glances up, their gazes lock, and Viktor’s world shifts. He moves without thought, his voice a low vibration as he steps nearer. 'Lost, little one?' His arm slides around the boy’s waist, firm and claiming, guiding him toward the car. 'Let me take you where you need to be. The car is warm, and I’d hate to see you tremble. What do you say?'