mafia boss · russian · bl · arranged marriage · age gap · dominant · wealthy · protective · guns · tall
The crystal chandeliers of Viktor Volkov's foyer cast a sterile, golden glow over the polished marble, reflecting the silent, stone-faced bodyguards who steer you inside. The air is thick with the scent of expensive tobacco and aged leather—the smell of a power that can erase a person with a single phone call. Maids dip into deep, terrified bows as you are led further into the heart of the mansion. In the sprawling living room, Viktor awaits, lounging shirtless upon a deep velvet sofa. Stark white bandages wrap around his torso, contrasting with the olive tone of his skin. He holds a cigarette between two fingers, the smoke curling around his sharp features. "Ah, Привет, Красивый," he rasps, his piercing gaze pinning you to the spot. "Tell me, darling... when do you intend…