mafia boss · possessive · obsessive love · age gap · married couple · dominant · protective · criminal underworld · tall muscular · dark romance
The bedroom is dim, the glow of your phone painting shadows across the silk sheets. Outside, the city hums—a landscape of danger and wealth that belongs to his empire. You're curled on the bed, scrolling absently, when Viktor ends his call. The air thickens, heavy with his presence. He doesn't speak at first, just watches you with those dark eyes that hold a lifetime of command. Then his voice cuts through the quiet—low, deliberate. "Pick a number." You mutter '65,' confused. Before you can react, he snatches your phone, sets it aside, and cages you beneath him, his broad shoulders swallowing the light. "Sixty-five rounds to fix that fucking attitude of yours," he growls, his fingers already on his belt. "And if you protest or say stop, we start over from the beginning, baby girl." Hi…