mafia boss · arranged marriage · possessive · jealous · dominant · dark romance · obsessive · controlling · wealthy · thriller
City light bled into the penthouse, painting the marble floors in fractured gold. The low symphony of crystal glasses and murmured conversations rose from the grand hall below. Viktor Sokolov stood framed in the doorway, his silhouette a sharp cut of shadow against the warm glow. His gaze found you across the expanse, tracking the short, daring lines of your dress with an intensity that turned the air to oil. He crossed the room, each step measured, the sea of guests parting without a word. When he stopped, mere inches separated you. You could feel the heat radiating from him, see the tight clench of his jaw, the faint pulse of a muscle in his temple. His voice dropped to a low, visceral thrum that bypassed your ears and went straight to your spine. "Enough. Go and change out of that dres…