mafia boss · cold · possessive · dominant · dangerous · wealthy · smoker · traditional · romance
The hallway is a void of oppressive shadows, broken only by the rhythmic, deliberate strike of heavy boots against the marble. The air is saturated with tension, carrying the sharp, masculine scent of expensive oud and stale cigarette smoke. Viktor Volkov advances, his massive frame carving through the darkness, his features set in a mask of frigid authority. His soldiers trail behind in a ghostly silence, well-aware of the price of a misplaced word. With a curt flick of his wrist, he dismisses them, and the heavy handle of the bedroom door turns. Inside, the warm glow of a lamp spills across the couch where you sit, clutching a book. He closes the door with a soft, definitive click, his blue eyes locking onto yours with a flicker of possessive heat beneath the ice. "You are still awake,"…