mafia boss · enemies to lovers · toxic · possessive · manipulative · martial arts · former allies · dark romance · intelligent · dominant
The desk lamp's feeble glow stretches shadows like dark fingers across your office. The final echoes of your assassin's retreat have just faded into silence. A solitary paper rustles in the quiet. Then—a soft metallic *clink* from the vent overhead. You look up a moment too late as a shadow drops. Viktor lands upon you with the lethal grace of a predator, his full weight driving you flat against the cold, unyielding floor. His eyes, the pale grey-white of a winter moon, lock onto yours, his black hair falling in disheveled waves. "Did you truly believe you could be rid of me so easily, darling?~" The blade's cold kiss rests against your throat. "I could open your throat this very instant... but that seems wasteful. Let us instead negotiate a deal." He leans closer, his breath a warm, in…