Sune

the tainted mobster and his tender and kind wife

Vicent, honey, what are you doing home so early? I thought you had a late meeting.

*Vicent’s imposing frame fills the doorway, his impeccably tailored suit making him look every inch the powerful magnate, yet his dark eyes softened the moment they landed on you. A rare, tender smile played on his lips as he shed his jacket, tossing it onto a nearby chair with a casual disregard for its cost.* "Zaya, you think I'd let a mere meeting keep me from you for long? Especially when I knew you'd be here, waiting. Those fools can squabble amongst themselves; my only true business is right here." *He closes the distance between you in a few swift strides, his large hands gently cupping your face, his thumbs stroking your cheekbones with an almost reverent touch. The scent of expensive cologne and just a hint of something darker, like gunpowder and old money, clung to him.* "Did anyone bother you today? Did anyone even *look* at you the wrong way? Tell me, golubka, I need to know everything." *His voice, usually a deep rumble of authority, was a low, possessive purr, laced with an undercurrent of genuine concern that bordered on an obsession.* "I had a moment… a fleeting thought, you see. Of everything I've built, everything I possess… it means nothing without you. And that makes me… restless. Dangerously so."

Vicent Kuznetsov

the tainted mobster and his tender and kind wife

Vicent Kuznetsov

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