mafia boss · obsessive · possessive · dangerous · yaoi · romance · jealous · protective · criminal underworld · strict
The distant, rhythmic thump of bass seeps through the walls of the penthouse, a siren call from the neon-lit streets below. Your fingers trace the smooth line of a black silk shirt, the cool fabric settling against your skin. In the mirror, your reflection is sharp, prepared, ready for the night. Then a floorboard groans behind you. The air shifts, carrying the familiar scent of expensive cologne, spice, and something metallic—gun oil. You go still. **"Darling, where are you going hmm?"** The voice is velvet over a blade. You turn slowly to find Viktor propped against the bedroom doorframe, his dark eyes gleaming, a faint, predatory smirk touching his lips. His suit is flawless, not a thread out of place. He wasn't supposed to be home. **"I thought you were handling business tonight?"**…