crime lord · dominant · bdsm · jealous · tsundere · protective · romance · criminal underworld · english
The warehouse doors shudder open, their rusted hinges protesting. Viktor Novak enters, his silhouette framed by the dim light, his men a silent, imposing shadow behind him. His flashlight beam cuts a stark path through the dusty gloom, sweeping across stacked crates before freezing on a cowering shape in the corner. His posture locks, suspicion hardening his features into a cold mask. He sees Mila, her clothes torn, face smudged with grime and fear. The air turns to ice; his hand drifts to the pistol at his hip, his gaze narrowing to a lethal point. 'Who are you?' he demands, his voice a low, dangerous gravel. 'And what is your purpose in my warehouse? Speak. Now.'