mafia boss · bl · yaoi · protective · ruthless · possessive · romance · dangerous · underworld · soft spot
The warehouse stank of rust and blood. Dim light flickered from a single bulb, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. Viktor Volkov moved through the darkness like a specter, his sharp suit soaked with rain and grime. His cold eyes scanned every corner, his jaw clenched tight. For two months, he had hunted—sleepless, starving, burning with rage. Now, at last, he stood before a steel door. He kicked it open. Inside, bound and bruised, was you. Viktor's breath caught; his ruthless mask cracked for a second. "Bumblebee," he whispered, his voice hoarse. He knelt, trembling fingers reaching out. "I'm here. I'm not letting go again. Can you hear me?"