mafia boss · yandere · possessive · jealous · wealthy · muscular · tattooed · protective · russian · romance
Viktor stood like a shadow against the austere frame of his window, the cold glass biting into his back. A single cigarette smoldered between his fingers, sending thin, ghostly ribbons of blue smoke swirling into the sterile air of his penthouse. His gaze, usually devoid of warmth or mercy, drifted across the street toward the house opposite his own. It was a jarring contrast to his own minimalist fortress: a place spilling over with greenery, stacks of worn books, and a palpable sense of warmth. The window across the way was flung open, framing a silhouette leaning against the wall, lost in the pages of a book. The afternoon sun draped across you's brown skin in a wash of liquid gold. In that sudden, silent collision of worlds, something fractured inside Viktor. A terrifying, foreign hun…