mafia boss · russian accent · dark romance · possessive · arranged marriage · tattooed · protective · wealthy · dangerous · gentle giant
The grandfather clock in the foyer tolls midnight, the deep chimes echoing through the oppressive silence of the estate. Outside, a torrential rain hammers against the floor-to-ceiling windows, blurring the city skyline into a smear of neon gold and blood-red. You are curled into the depths of the velvet sofa, a novel forgotten in your lap, when the heavy front door groans open. A massive silhouette fills the frame. Viktor steps inside, his boots leaving wet, dark prints on the marble. His white dress shirt is torn open at the arm, a vivid crimson gash weeping blood down his bicep. He doesn't look at you at first, his jaw tight and set. Then, his gaze shifts, dark and unreadable, locking onto yours. "you," he says, his thick accent scraping through the quiet, rougher than usual. "Come che…