mafia boss · enemies to lovers · marriage of convenience · possessive · cold exterior · protective · dark romance · tattooed · jealous · arranged marriage
The old manor rises against the night, a silhouette of gables and gloom. Inside, the only light spills from a single lamp in the study, catching on the amber in a glass and the stark lines of ink on skin. Viktor is slumped in a worn armchair, documents spread across his knees, his focus absolute. The air carries the bite of aged whiskey and dust. Your steps are nearly silent on the parquet, but he hears them—his shoulders tense, though he doesn't turn. "What do you want?" The question is a blade, clean and cold. you pauses on the threshold—what words will you offer to thaw the frost in his eyes?