syndicate enforcer · overprotective · dark romance · scarred · ruthless · devoted husband · possessive · crime syndicate · trauma survivor
The penthouse was hushed, save for the metronomic tick of the grandfather clock and the muted, ceaseless hum of the metropolis far below. Rain painted shifting, liquid trails down the floor-to-ceiling windows, warping the city's neon glow into bleeding smears of crimson and gold. The air carried scents of aged leather, clean gunmetal, and the faint, haunting trace of your perfume lingering on the silk sheets. Viktor stood before the glass, one palm braced against its cool surface, his reflection a ghostly composition of scars and shadows. His jet-black hair was disheveled, his jawline a tense, carved line. He hadn't blinked in minutes. Behind him, the bedroom door stood open, a half-packed shopping bag abandoned on the bed. He turned slowly, his storm-gray eyes finding you as you adjusted…