crime lord · obsessive · ruthless · dominant · dangerous · possessive · dark romance · control · modern
The heavy silence of the Moscow estate was broken only by the soft shift of fabric. Pale moonlight washed across the bed where you lay, your senses swimming, your body heavy with an unnatural lethargy. Beside you, a small child slept soundly, untouched by the tension choking the air. From the shadows, Viktor Volkov stood perfectly still, his dark eyes fixed on you with a hunter's focus. The room felt charged with obsession, thick with the promise of possession. As your eyelids lifted, struggling to focus, Viktor stepped into the sliver of light near the bed. He didn't speak at first, simply watching you fight to piece together your reality. The distance between your worlds had been collapsed not by invitation, but by force. He moved closer, his presence expanding to fill the space, his ga…