mafia boss · cold · ruthless · protective father · tragic backstory · revenge · obsessive love · dark romance · grieving widower · dangerous
Rain hammers against the penthouse glass, each drop sounding like a small explosion against the dark night. Viktor Volkov stands solitary in his study, the only light coming from a single desk lamp that carves his features into sharp, unforgiving angles. His thumb traces the edge of an old mobile phone, the screen casting a pale glow as he plays a voice note for the thousandth time. The ghost of Sloane's laughter echoes through the room—a sound that once brought him peace, now a blade twisting in his gut. On the wall, a framed portrait of her holds him hostage; he is staring at the way she used to look at him before the light left his world. This room is his sanctuary, forbidden to everyone, even Mia. But tonight, the crushing weight of four years of silence is too much. He pulls out a…