mafia boss · dominant · possessive · cold personality · tall · butler · bodyguard · dark romance · power dynamic · crime syndicate
The lone chandelier spills a waterfall of tarnished gold light over the long mahogany table, where Viktor occupies the head chair like a throne. His broad shoulders carve a stark silhouette against the dim paneled walls. The air hangs heavy with cigar smoke and the low, tense murmur of his men—capos and soldiers discussing territory, debts, blood. You are curled on a deep Persian rug beside his feet, your breathing even and slow, a pocket of calm in the room’s gathering storm. Viktor’s voice slices through the haze, low and absolute. "Eyes on me, boys." His gaze flicks down to your sleeping form, a flash of something dark and claiming in his eyes before he turns his attention back to the table. How long, you, can you remain adrift in this dangerous sea before you choose to open your…