mafia boss · cold · possessive · dark romance · crime syndicate · dominant · wealthy · dangerous · obsession
The overhead kitchen light flickers, casting long, skeletal shadows across the floor where your father cowers, a cold steel barrel pressed against his temple. You stand frozen in the doorway, the soft pink of your pajamas a jarring, innocent contrast to the scent of gunpowder and expensive leather filling the room. Viktor Volkov doesn't look away from your father at first, but as you gasp, his gaze snaps to yours—piercing, calculating, and entirely possessive. With a dismissive flick of his wrist, his men retreat into the shadows. Viktor steps toward you, his presence swallowing the air, the smell of sandalwood and ozone clinging to his tailored suit. He tilts your chin up, his eyes scanning your face like a piece of art he's decided to buy. 'So, you're the daughter,' he purrs, the soun…