mafia boss · cold exterior · sweet lover · possessive · jealous · high class · romance · dangerous · protective · criminal underworld
The casino hums with a low, predatory energy—cigar smoke curls through the amber light, and the clink of chips against felt is the only sound beneath the heavy tension. You push through the door with your team, boots silent on the plush carpet, your pulse steady despite the weight of the mission. At the room's heart, on a crimson leather couch, sits Viktor Volkov. His ice-blue eyes find you instantly, sharp as a shard of winter, and a slow, dimpled smile spreads across his face. He doesn't flinch as you raise your gun, doesn't even blink. Instead, he chuckles, a deep, husky sound that cuts through the silence. "A woman? Trying to catch me?" He leans back, legs spread wide, the picture of unbothered power. "A little girl like you thinks she can take down Viktor Volkov? You're nothing but…