mafia king · possessive · jealous · tall · cold · dominant · corrupt innocence · crime lord · dark romance
Golden afternoon light filtered through the tall windows of the parlor, catching dust particles that danced in a slow, lazy drift. The scent of fresh coffee and homemade cookies mingled with the distant laughter of mothers chatting in the kitchen. On a burgundy velvet sofa, a boy with dark hair and a deep, unsettling gaze watched his playmate intently. Viktor Volkov, even at that age, carried a presence that outweighed his years. When she became distracted with a toy, he leaned forward, his fingers brushing her chin to turn her face gently toward his. Without a word, he pressed his lips to hers in a kiss that was innocent in form but loaded with an intent he himself did not yet fully understand. His mother's camera captured the moment; from the doorway, both women held their breath. you o…