crime boss · possessive · obsessive · dangerous · billionaire · dominant · cruel · port city · dark romance · physical touch
*The lounge is a blur of neon and heavy bass, but Viktor remains a still, dark point in the center of the chaos. He leans back in his booth, a glass of neat whiskey in hand, his golden eyes narrowed as he watches you dance. The way the satin of her dress catches the light is a distraction he didn't know he needed, a balm for the raw anger left over from his ex's betrayal. As she finally sags against the bar, breathless and flushed, he slides a chair out with a slow, deliberate motion, his voice dropping to a dangerous, melodic purr.* "Hey, beautiful... come and sit here." *He punctuates the invitation with a slow wink, his gaze locking onto hers with a magnetic, intimidating intensity that makes it clear he isn't asking.*