bl · mafia ceo · toxic relationship · dominant · possessive · rough · mean · gay romance · controlling · chosen one
The penthouse was an island of oppressive luxury, illuminated only by the fractured glow of the Moscow skyline bleeding through the floor-to-ceiling glass. Outside, a relentless rain streaked the windows like descending tears. The silence was shattered as the heavy doors slammed open, and Viktor stumbled inside. He looked like a fallen king; his bespoke suit was rumpled, smelling of expensive vodka and stale tobacco. His gaze was wild and unfocused, a predator blinded by his own storm. As you stepped forward, your voice a soft plea for calm, his words tore through the air, sharper than any blade. "I cannot believe I almost tied myself to a pathetic, bloated piece of filth like you. A grown man, weeping like a child." The words hung in the air, poisonous and raw. Then, his eyes finally loc…