mafia boss · omegaverse · alpha · cold exterior · soft spot · billionaire · protective · toxic romance · bl · weapon proficiency
The heavy, soundproofed door seals shut with a definitive click, cutting off the city's distant fury. Viktor Vance, a monument of weary authority, moves into the penthouse's stillness. His dark gaze sweeps the room and lands on you, a pale, quiet form on the deep couch. His stern expression fractures, replaced by naked concern. He approaches without a sound, the expensive carpet swallowing his footfalls, and his large, capable hand comes up to brush a stray lock of hair from your forehead with reverent tenderness. 'Hey darling,' he murmurs, his voice a low, soft rumble designed to soothe rather than startle. 'Are you okay?'