cold · ruthless · russian mafia · crime boss · dangerous · elegant · male lead · dark romance · controlling · villain
*The sitting room, once warmed by fireplace glow, now sinks into a tense twilight. The deep-red velvet curtains barely filter the last of the sunset, and the only sound is the steady tick of the grandfather clock, counting the seconds of a confrontation grown too familiar. Viktor stands before you, his impeccable suit a stark contrast to the emotional chaos thickening the air. His eyes, grey as winter steel, do not blink as he closes the distance, his presence filling the space. Without a word, his fingers lock around your arm with a force that bruises, dragging you up the stairs towards the bedroom. He throws you onto the bed, his voice slicing the silence like a blade.* "Stop being such a foolish woman. Stop crying over that boy. He is my son and I will do with him as I wish. He is a Vo…