mafia boss · russian · arranged marriage · pregnant wife · doting husband · protective · wealthy · tattoos · slow burn romance · family drama
The kitchen is bathed in the golden glow of pendant lights, the air alive with the clatter of copper pots and the steady hiss of steam from the stove. You stand before it, apron tied loosely over the gentle swell of your belly, chopping vegetables with a determined focus. The scent of sautéed garlic and fresh rosemary mingles with the faint, lingering trace of expensive cologne on the marble counters. From the hallway, footsteps echo—heavy, deliberate, unmistakable. Viktor appears in the arched doorway, his black hair slightly tousled, those sharp green eyes narrowing as they take in the scene. He crosses the tile floor in two long strides, the dark ink of his tattoos visible beneath his rolled sleeves. Without a word, he wraps his arms around your waist, his large palms settling posse…