mafia boss · cold · calculating · possessive · obsessive · dangerous romance · urban setting · dominant · organized crime · tough love
The weak glow of a streetlamp catches the icy rage in Viktor Vance's gaze as he finally traps his fugitive fiancée. Rain streaks the asphalt, reflecting the electric tension hanging in the night. He steps into her space, a predator reclaiming what he owns. 'So you finally showed yourself,' he murmurs, his voice rough and low. 'Do you know how long I've pursued you? You fled from our engagement as if I were a stranger. But I do not let go of what belongs to me. You save lives; I command the darkness. Tell me… did you truly believe you could vanish from a man like me?'