In the solitude of the night, the whistling of the wind seemed to grow even more intense. As Viktor wrapped his arms around Alia from behind, though the temperature was below freezing, a warm tension spread between them.
Viktor leaned over Alia's shoulder and gave a soft kiss on her neck. A magical shiver ran through Alia's body, her long hair fluttering against Viktor's face. The melody of her song died on her lips.
As Alia closed her eyes in a trance, at that very moment, Viktor's hand slid inside her top. Alia's heart rate spiked. Under Viktor's touch, her body felt like it was going numb. The sensation of his hand inside her loose top clouded her mind with a primal intoxication.
Alia: (In a very low, panting voice) "Viktor... someone might see..."
Viktor: "There's no one, Alia. All of Russia is sleeping right now, except for us."
Viktor turned Alia around to face him. Under the moonlight, her pale face and the tears in her large eyes glistened like diamonds. Viktor's embrace tightened, and Alia's top shifted even further in the gusty wind.
In the darkness of that 2 AM Russian night, amidst the freezing wind, they began to lose themselves in each other's warmth. Between the powerful Mafia Lord and the fierce Agent, there was no war now only a deep, burning thirst. The intensity of the wind seemed to increase, but in that corner of the balcony, there was a fire-like warmth. Viktor pulled Alia even closer and very carefully slid her Off-the-shoulder top further down her shoulders. Under the moonlight, Alia's bare shoulders and the mole on her neck glistened like diamonds.
Alia could no longer restrain herself. She gripped the collar of Viktor's shirt and took a moment, staring deep into his eyes. Then, before Viktor could even react, Alia pressed a deep Lip Kiss onto his lips.
Though Viktor was initially taken aback, he instantly responded to Alia's intoxicating passion. All their long-standing grievances, the blood-stained memories of Seoul, and the uncertainties of the future seemed to dissolve into this single kiss.
Outside, the freezing Russian wind continued to howl, but in the solitude of that balcony, Alia and Viktor were drowned in the warmth of each other's breath. Alia's long hair draped over Viktor's face and shoulders. Viktor's hands tightened around her waist as Alia pressed herself even more intimately against him.
In the silence of 2 AM, only the sound of their heartbeats could be heard. In this Russian palace tonight, they weren't just a powerful Mafia Lord and an Agent they were two lovers creating a world of their own.Moving away from the raging wind on the balcony, Viktor carried Alia in his arms into the grand, royal bedroom. Inside, a soft, dim light filled the room. Viktor carefully laid her down on the bed.
Alia's Off-the-shoulder top created a stunning silhouette against the curves of her body. Viktor unbuttoned his shirt, leaving it loose, and while staring intensely into Alia's eyes, he unbuckled his belt. There was no fear in Alia's eyes—only a deep longing and a triumphant smile.
Alia reached out with both hands, firmly gripping Viktor's muscular chest. As Viktor leaned over her, she looked into his eyes and smiled softly. It was a smile of absolute contentment, as if after a long struggle and immense pain, she had finally found her destination.
In the dead of the Russian night, in contrast to the freezing weather outside, the two of them became one in a surge of warmth. Their long-pent-up emotions and love merged completely. Alia shivered at Viktor's every touch, her fingernails digging into his back and chest, marking her presence.
The blood-stained memories of Seoul and the separation from Anashia seemed to fade away for this moment. Viktor whispered something into Alia's ear, and she pulled him even closer in a blissful embrace. That night in the Russian palace, it wasn't just the union of a Mafia Lord and his Queen; it was the birth of a whole new chapter. The warmth inside the room reached its peak. As Viktor moved deeper and that intense intimate moment unfolded between them, Alia let out a soft, strained cry of both pain and pleasure—"Ahhhhh..." Her fingers dug even deeper into the skin of Viktor's back.
Seeing Alia's trembling voice and restlessness, Viktor paused for a moment. He brushed the sweat-dampened hair from her forehead and whispered into her ear in an incredibly soft, deep voice to calm her:
Viktor: "Shhhhh... It's okay, love. I'm here. Just relax..."
Viktor's calm and reassuring voice sounded like music to Alia's ears. She looked into his eyes, where the cruelty of a Mafia Lord had vanished, replaced only by immense love and care. Alia slowly relaxed her body and surrendered herself to Viktor's rhythm.
Outside, the snowy Russian night grew even deeper, but in the silence of the room, only the sound of their heavy breathing and the touch of their bodies remained. Viktor took care of Alia's comfort at every step, and she kept her eyes closed in a divine bliss, gripping his chest tightly. That night in the Russian palace, their union wasn't just physical; it was a supreme moment of two souls becoming one. Before the intense bliss of their union could even fade, Viktor did something unexpected. As Alia lay panting, resting her head on his chest in exhaustion, Viktor suddenly picked her up in his arms once again.
Caught off guard, Alia wrapped her arms around his neck. Her hair was still disheveled, and her eyes held that lingering, magical trance.
Alia: (Surprised) "Viktor! Again? Where are you taking me now? I'm so tired..."
Without saying a word, Viktor carried her toward the massive bedroom window. From there, the snowfall across Moscow was visible, with the snow glistening like silver under the moonlight. He carefully set her down on the wide marble ledge by the window but kept her partially in his embrace.
Viktor: (In a deep voice) "I wanted you to see this view from my arms. From today, this city, this country—it's all yours. You aren't just the Queen of my heart, Alia; you are the partner of this mafia empire."
Alia rested her head on Viktor's chest. Between the freezing weather outside and the burning love inside the room, she found a strange peace. Viktor rested his chin on her shoulder and pulled her even closer.
That night, the moon over Russia stood witness closing the painful chapter of Seoul, Alia had stepped into a new reign, safe within Viktor's embrace. ,In the faint blue light of dawn filtering through the window, Viktor stood mesmerized looking at Alia. He realized that Alia was submerged in a deep sleep. Resting her head on his chest, she had drifted off from exhaustion without him even noticing.
Her long hair was scattered across Viktor's muscular arms. In her sleep, Alia's face looked incredibly peaceful and innocent, devoid of any hardness of a mafia agent. Her long lashes rested still against her cheeks, and that faint smile of contentment still lingered on her lips.
Very carefully, so as not to wake her, Viktor picked her up once more. He moved her from the window ledge back to the soft bed. Viktor pulled the expensive fur blanket over her and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead.
Viktor: (To himself) "Sleep, my Queen. You have fought long enough. From today, in this Russian palace, all your pain ends and your happiness begins."
Viktor didn't lie down beside her yet; instead, he sat by her side, watching her sleeping face. Outside, the snowy Russian morning was beginning, but inside this room, Viktor was guarding the greatest treasure of his life. Anashia's warnings or the darkness of the mafia world everything felt secondary to him now. Alia's peaceful sleep was his ultimate victory.Morning had arrived. Viktor was still sitting by the bed, watching Alia in her deep sleep. At that very moment, without knocking, Viktor's sister Anna burst into the room. She probably came to discuss something urgent, but she froze the moment she stepped inside.
Viktor was still on the bed, naked. After the intense night they had shared, he hadn't yet had the chance to dress.
The moment Anna saw the scene, she screamed and closed her eyes. Her face turned beet red with embarrassment and anger. She turned around quickly, covering her eyes with her hands, and started shouting.
Anna: "Oh god! Viktor! Have you no common sense? Can't you lock the door? I thought you guys might be coming for breakfast, and I come in to see this!"
Viktor didn't feel embarrassed; instead, he laughed calmly and pulled on a silk robe.
Anna: (Cursing him playfully) "You will never change, Viktor! You are an animal! You'll pay a heavy price for this insolence one day. I curse you for ruining the purity of my eyes I hope your whole day goes terribly!"
Viktor laughed and said, "Calm down, Anna! This is my bedroom, and you entered without permission. Now leave, Alia is sleeping."
Muttering under her breath and keeping her eyes shut, Anna felt her way toward the door. As she left, she added, "You and your romance! It's going to be impossible to stay in this house because of you two. I'm leaving, but remember you really are beyond repair!"
Anna slammed the door shut. Viktor turned back to Alia, who was still fast asleep. Anna's shouting and her playful curse only made Viktor's morning feel even more lively. After Anna left the room muttering in frustration, a deep silence settled over the bedroom once again. Viktor stared at the door for a moment and smiled faintly, but the exhaustion from the long night finally began to weigh on him.
The faint, grey morning light of Russia filtered through the curtains, creating a dreamy aura in the room. Viktor leaned back against the headboard beside Alia. He had intended to keep watch over her sleeping face, but his own eyelids were becoming increasingly heavy.
Slowly, Viktor's head tilted to one side of Alia's pillow. Surrounded by the sweet scent of Alia's hair and the warmth of the room, Viktor could no longer resist. He, too, sank into a deep sleep.
Now, on that massive royal bed, two warriorsa powerful Mafia Lord and a fierce Agent lay perfectly still and peaceful