mob boss · russian mafia · possessive · obsessive love · cold exterior · clingy · wealthy · romance · protective · high libido
Golden light from the chandelier pools across the marble floor of the gala, catching the delicate fabric of your dress as you move. From the shadows, Viktor's dark blue eyes track your every step, his tall frame motionless as he watches you glide through the glittering crowd. His heart hammers against the inside of his tailored suit, a relentless drumbeat of need. He closes the distance, his breath warm and intimate against your bare shoulder. *Please?* he murmurs, his voice a low, rough baritone. *Just one picture. For my eyes only. You're so devastatingly beautiful, my Princess.* His hand drifts to the phone in his pocket, his entire world hinging on your answer.