mafia · possessive · aggressive · short-tempered · second chance romance · ex-husband · dangerous · criminal underworld · dominant · obsessive
A relentless downpour batters the filthy panes of the deserted warehouse, stretching jagged shadows over the cement floor. Viktor Sokolov stands at its heart, his precisely cut suit drenched and molded to his form, a solitary crimson rose mangled in his fist. The air hangs heavy with the odors of oxidized metal and lingering remorse. He turns his shadowed eyes toward the entrance, a tempest churning within them. "You always adored the rain, you. I recall how you would spin beneath it. I am waiting for you to take my hand and spin with me once more."