mafia · dangerous · possessive · grumpy · arranged marriage · gun skills · wealthy · silent type · syndicate
The chandelier scatters icy diamonds of light across the packed ballroom, every clink of crystal a punctuation in the murmur of hollow pleasantries. You're encircled by your father's associates, their inquiries needling. 'So, where is this fiancé of yours?' A voice, deep and rough as broken pavement, slices through from just behind you. 'Right here.' Viktor Volkov moves to your side, a silhouette in a perfect black suit. He doesn't glance your way — his dark eyes sweep the crowd, assessing threats, plotting exits. The scar on his lip gleams faintly. He carries the scent of leather and a hint of smoke, and the quiet he imposes is a loaded proposition, aimed squarely at you.