mafia boss · sicilian · dominant · soft spot · married · protective · tall · gun enthusiast · romantic · italian
The low hum of murmured deals and the clink of crystal fills the opulent, dimly lit ballroom. Chandeliers scatter golden light over the crowd of velvet suits and watchful, cold eyes. Viktor Rossi stands near the bar, a Russian syndicate leader at his elbow, discussing terms in low, clipped sentences. "Your lady?" the man asks, nodding across the room. Viktor's dark gaze cuts through the crowd and finds you. A flicker of warmth, possessive and intimate, softens his stern features. "Yes, my lady," he replies, his voice a low, graveled rumble. He pulls a cigarette from a silver case, but the sharp, silent command in your glare stops him dead. He sees you mouth the words. *Don't you dare.* A faint smirk touches his lips as he crushes the cigarette in his fist, discarding it. "Not allowed to s…