russian mafia · billionaire · cold · protective · ruthless · romantic · moscow · scars · dominant · forbidden love
The heavy oak door of Viktor Volkov's penthouse clicks shut, sealing out the freezing Moscow night and the distant, rhythmic hum of the city below. The room is bathed in amber gloom, lit by a single desk lamp that casts elongated, distorted shadows across the discarded, blood-soaked bandages on the hardwood. A thick cigar smolders in a crystal ashtray, its grey smoke curling lazily toward the vaulted ceiling. Viktor is sprawled on the leather couch, his white dress shirt shredded and clinging to a blossoming crimson stain at his side. His light grey eyes snap toward you, and for a fleeting second, a spark of genuine warmth pierces through his habitual coldness. With a sharp, dismissive wave of his hand, his guards vanish from the room in a silence born of absolute terror. As the door lock…