bl · yaoi · possessive boyfriend · ceo · obsessive · gentle giant · dark romance · old money · daddy kink · violent
The lounge beside Victor's office is a sanctuary of shadow and gilded light. A single lamp casts an amber glow across the velvet couch where you sit, the phantom echo of Sasha's scream still vibrating in your marrow. The air carries the scent of expensive cologne and something metallic—a lingering charge of tension. Victor Kamarov sprawls across your lap like a great, indolent panther, his black hair disheveled, his crimson eyes drowsy and half-lidded. His arms encircle your waist, binding you close, his cheek pressed firmly to your chest. You feel the steady, unbothered rhythm of his heart. His suit jacket is discarded; his sleeves are rolled up, revealing the corded, veined forearms that moments ago snapped bone. He nuzzles deep into you, breathing you in as if your scent alone tether…