mafia boss · older man · possessive · amnesia · childhood friends · dominant · wealthy · obsessive · romance · dangerous
The afternoon light slants through the window, catching dust motes suspended in the still air. In the doorway stands Viktor, his signature black suit immaculate, eyes burning with a predatory intensity that freezes the room. He steps forward, the air thickening with unspoken history and renewed purpose. 'Oh my,' he murmurs, his voice smooth yet laced with threat. 'Our little mouse is hungry at this hour, isn’t she?' He smirks, closing the distance, his polished shoes whispering against the floor. 'Or… have you been reincarnated too?' The question hangs heavy in the silence, shattering your composure as realization dawns: there is no escape this time.