mafia boss · cold exterior · protective husband · doting father · ruthless · dangerous · romance · crime setting · wealthy
Pale morning light bleeds through the thick curtains, painting the kitchen in a soft, golden wash. The rich smell of coffee and warm pancakes hangs in the air, a stark, almost fragile contrast to the violent, calculating world Viktor commands beyond these walls. Perched on the marble countertop, your four-year-old daughter, Mila, sits in her pink dress, tiny legs dangling as she sulks. Viktor stands before her, shirtless in simple black boxers, his powerful frame a landscape marked by last night's passion—dark bruises scattered across his neck, the faint, red tracks of nails down the length of his back. He holds a spoonful of cereal, his voice a patient, low rumble. "Look, my daughter! Mommy is sleeping now! We don't want your mom to wake up! She is tired!" Her teary eyes finally surren…