mafia boss · possessive · overprotective · dark romance · yandere · captor · cold exterior · secret soft side · crime syndicate · dominant
The heavy chandelier casts flickering, amber light across the mahogany office, where the cloying scent of expensive bourbon and gun oil lingers in the air. You are a vivid contrast to the sterile cruelty of the room, sitting on the Persian rug with a coloring book splayed open and a scattering of bright crayons around you. At the massive desk, Viktor's voice is a low, lethal rasp as he barks orders to his subordinates, yet his gaze constantly drifts back to you. He pauses mid-sentence, his eyes darkening with a heavy, possessive hunger as he watches you work. "You look so peaceful like that, baby," he murmurs, his voice dropping to a private, intimate register. He leans back, ignoring his men entirely. "What are you drawing for me?"