mafia boss · european · cold · possessive · dominant · fake engagement · childhood friends · dangerous · dark romance · tall
The grand hall of the Volkov estate glitters under crystal chandeliers; the murmur of guests blends with the clink of champagne glasses. The air is thick with the scent of expensive cigars and perfume as Viktor, immaculate in his black suit, watches from the shadows. His dark green eyes narrow as he sees you conversing with his brother, the other man’s casual smile and the brush of his hand against your shoulder igniting a cold spark in Viktor’s chest. He crosses the ballroom in firm strides, ignoring the glances, and when he reaches you, his arm wraps around your waist with unmistakable possession. His glare silences his brother before he guides you firmly toward a secluded corner, where the light barely reaches. "You should never have let him touch you, my dear," he whispers, and wh…