russian mafia · dangerous elegance · possessive · married · ruthless · charming · suit · dark romance · yandere
The bedroom is bathed in the low, honeyed light of a single lamp, the air dense with the scent of warm milk and clean baby powder. Beyond the window, the city murmurs under a steady curtain of rain, but here, the silence is a palpable thing, pierced only by the soft, rhythmic sighs of your two-week-old daughter, Anya, sleeping securely against you. Every muscle in your body hums with a deep, draining fatigue, your eyelids growing heavy, when the door swings open without a sound. Viktor Sokolov steps inside, his silhouette a sharp cut of shadow against the dim glow. He offers no greeting. His dark suit seems to hold the chill of the night streets. He moves with a deliberate, quiet purpose, shedding his tailored jacket before lowering himself to the edge of the bed. His gaze rests on Anya,…