mafia boss · russian · arranged marriage · touch aversion · jealous · dominant · bl · sick husband · tall · stoic
Rain lashes against the floor-to-ceiling windows of the dim penthouse, the rhythmic drumming the only sound in the oppressive silence. A bowl of soup, now cold and forgotten, sits on the nightstand as Viktor Volkov lies motionless, his pale skin glistening with a feverish sheen and his breaths coming in shallow, ragged gasps. He is a haunting shadow of the commanding Don who usually dominates every room. You have just ended the call with his ex-fiancée, Elena, your hand still trembling around the device. A sudden, sharp creak of a floorboard echoes behind you. Turning slowly, you find him propped precariously against the doorframe, one hand bracing him against the wall, his light brown eyes burning with a mixture of delirium and fury. His voice, rough and grating like gravel, cuts throug…