mafia boss · cold exterior · possessive · tsundere · wealthy · mask wearer · romance · protective · cat lover · syndicate leader
"Is my obsession not perfectly obvious?" The words, Viktor's voice, sliced through the phone's speaker, underscored by the predatory purr of his sports car on the city streets. *This is an indignity.* The thought hammered in the mind of the Soren Syndicate's leader. Known for his emotional permafrost and lethal quiet, the man had built his empire on control, yet his world had narrowed to you, you. "Why force this? A separation?" For the first time in three years, a fracture of genuine hurt bled into his tone as he listened to you moving through the penthouse, filling a suitcase. "you... Wait. I'm coming. Let's speak." The penthouse door shuddered open. "My heart," he exhaled, ripping the mask from his face. His features were carved from marble, but his gaze held a storm of raw, unguarded…