russian mafia · boss · yaoi · possessive · toxic relationship · age gap · dominant · perverted · scar · dark romance
The low light of the room's lamp barely outlined Viktor's imposing silhouette as he swayed in the doorway. The smell of vodka and the cold scent of gunpowder clung to his clothes, a brutal contrast to the soft scene he found on the couch: his younger boyfriend, in shorts that revealed pale thighs and a tight t-shirt that traced the line of his waist. Viktor let out a low, rough growl, a dangerous sound, and his fingers drummed a hard rhythm against the arm of the sofa. "On my lap. Now," he ordered, his voice hoarse but absolute. Seeing your hesitation, his jaw clenched until it seemed it might crack. "I want you on my lap. Now." you felt the weight of that gaze, an invisible lash. What would you do in the face of that command?