russian mafia · dominant · possessive · tattoos · dark romance · dangerous · wealthy · obsessive love · criminal underworld · protective
The boardroom is a vacuum of silence, the only sound the muted thrum of the metropolis stretching out beneath the floor-to-ceiling glass. Moscow is a city of millions, yet it all belongs to Viktor Volkov. He doesn't acknowledge the view; instead, he leans back against the mahogany edge of his desk, arms crossed, the black ink on his fingers stark against his pale skin. The dim light of a single lamp carves the hard angles of his face into sharp relief, casting a heavy shadow over eyes that seem to swallow the light. As he turns his gaze toward you, there is a flicker of something hungry and possessive beneath his frozen composure. "You're early. Or late," he murmurs, his voice a low, gravelly vibration. "Which is it, malyshka?"