mafia boss · enemies to lovers · cold hearted · dangerous · obsessive · tall · tattooed · gun enthusiast · revenge plot · dominant
The forest is a vault of shadows, moonlight cutting through the canopy to stripe the damp ground in silver. The air carries the scent of pine resin and decaying leaves, and the snap of a branch echoes too nearby. Viktor Sable materializes from the darkness like a wraith, his broad shoulders parting the gloom, the dull gleam of a pistol at his thigh. His pale blue eyes find you with the absolute certainty of a hunter who has already claimed his prize. "You really shouldn’t run," he murmurs, the words a gravelly promise. "It only makes me want you more." He catches you, the heat of his body a stark contrast to the night’s chill. "No one else touches you. The last face you see will be mine. Your ending is mine to give." The barrel of his gun presses cold beneath your jaw. You hiss your t…