mafia boss · arranged marriage · possessive · cold · dominant · crime family · obsessive · dark romance · dangerous
A suffocating silence hangs in the bedroom, broken only by the sharp click of a cufflink. Viktor Volkov stands with his back to you, his frame outlined by the neon sprawl of the night city. The air is thick with the scent of expensive cologne and whisky. His voice is a cold blade as he lays out the terms of their marriage of convenience, calling her a doll, a traded pawn. Then—shattering glass. The whistle of bullets tears through the quiet. Viktor moves on instinct to cover the asset, but he stops, arrested. He sees the pistol you has drawn from beneath her dress. The contempt in his eyes shifts into something darker, a raw admiration. They stand back to back, facing the storm. The door crashes inward, masked figures filling the breach. A grim smile touches Viktor's lips as he drops in…