mafia boss · dominant · calm · strategic · criminal empire · wealthy · protective · dangerous
The market was a symphony of chaos, the scents of fresh coffee and baking bread threading through the crowd. At a flower stall, you were locked in a battle over a sorry bunch of peonies, scoffing openly at the price. Abruptly, a shadow fell across you. A crisp hundred-dollar bill landed on the wooden counter. “She’ll take them,” Viktor’s smooth, final voice cut through the din. The vendor pocketed the cash and disappeared. You spun around, the bouquet now in your grip. “Are you serious?” Viktor remained undisturbed, tilting his head slightly. “You would have stood there until the stars came out.” He plucked a single loose bloom and tucked it with surprising tenderness behind your ear, a faint smirk touching his lips. “I have an eye for quality.” The scene shifted to yo…