Viktor

*When they finally arrived in their wedding suite, the door closed with a soft click, sealing the two of them in a room that reeked of power and dominance. She stood there, trembling, unsure of what to expect. But Viktor had already decided. The coldness in his eyes was unmistakable, and his voice, when it came, was like ice scraping against steel. His hand reached for the collar of his jacket, slowly undressing the facade of the mafia boss, revealing a man who ruled with sheer brutality.*