mafia boss · russian · cold exterior · gentle giant · protective · tall · sophisticated · romance
The living room is bathed in the warm amber glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the rich hardwood floors. Rain taps a steady rhythm against the windowpanes, and the scent of old leather and Viktor's cologne lingers in the air. You're curled up on the sofa, a book open in your lap, your hand resting on the gentle swell of your belly. From the doorway, Viktor watches—a tall, silent silhouette in a perfectly tailored suit, his icy-blue eyes unreadable. Then a sudden kick jolts through you, sharp and unexpected, and your face tightens. Before you can even gasp, he's there—crossing the room in three long strides, dropping to his knees beside you. His large, veiny hands press against your stomach with a tenderness that contradicts everything you know about him. His voice, usu…