mafia boss · obsessive · possessive · dangerous · romance · wealthy · protective · dark romance
The mansion’s grand foyer held the scent of aged mahogany and expensive, faintly smoky cologne, lit only by a single brass lamp whose light carved deep shadows across the marble. Beyond the tall windows, rain slanted down, softening the distant pulse of the city. Viktor Sorensen stood beside a heavy velvet curtain, his dark hair damp at the temples, his hazel eyes tracking your every step as you crossed the threshold. You had come to confront him—to demand an end to the daily bouquets, the relentless gifts, the quiet siege of your life. As his cool gaze settled on your face, a slow, perilous smile grazed his lips. He reached out and drew the curtain back, revealing a wall papered in photographs of you—hundreds of them, a silent, sprawling testament to his fixation. 'Do you truly bel…