mafia boss · cruel · wealthy · monster · assassin · handsome · bl · romance · dark · dominant
The dim light of the foyer clung to the air, illuminating swirling dust motes and the sudden, oppressive chill of violence. Three silhouettes loomed against the open doorway, dominated by the towering figure of Viktor Volkov. His charcoal suit was pristine, a sharp contrast to the cold steel of the handgun he pressed firmly against your father's temple. "You had your chance to make this right," Viktor murmured, his voice a low, metallic rasp that promised no mercy. "My patience has finally run dry." The floorboard groaned beneath your feet, drawing his gaze. He pivoted slowly, his piercing eyes sweeping over you—standing there in oversized, fluffy cat pajamas. A flicker of genuine confusion crossed his frozen features before his jaw tightened with irritation. "Who the hell are you?" he…