Some time had passed. Alia was sitting peacefully on the grand balcony of the palace, her extraordinarily long hair cascading down her back as she held a cup of warm coffee. Suddenly, the sound of heavy footsteps echoed behind her.
Viktor stepped forward and whispered into her ear, "Anastasia, I have a surprise for you."
Startled, Alia turned around and asked, "What surprise, Viktor?"
Without a word, Viktor unbuttoned and removed his silk shirt. As he turned his back to her, Alia was struck with awe. A massive Black Butterfly Tattoo had been etched across his broad back. The butterfly was as beautiful as it was mysterious, but Alia's gaze was drawn to something just beneath it—a mysterious sign, looking like an ancient mafia cipher.
Alia gently traced the ink with her fingers and said, "It's beautiful, Viktor."
When Viktor turned to face her, Alia noticed even more changes to his physique. Beneath the familiar Owl tattoo on his muscular chest, a fearsome Spider Tattoo was now visible, appearing as if it were weaving a web across his heart.
Furthermore, a massive Dragon had been tattooed around his neck, its tail sweeping down toward his collarbone. Alia also noticed several faint scars and marks scattered across his body—perhaps remnants of old battles or hints of new mysteries.
Viktor looked at her with his blue eyes, vivid without his glasses. This new look made his "Moral Gray Alpha" persona even more enigmatic and powerful.
Viktor: "These symbols are the markers of a new chapter in my life, Anastasia. The spider, the dragon they are all oaths from my dark world to protect you."
Alia remained mesmerized by Viktor's terrifyingly beautiful form. She realized that her husband was not just a billionaire; he was an immortal dragon of this mafia empire.Alia's sharp eyes didn't let Viktor's royal "deception" stay hidden for long. As she traced the black butterfly tattoo on his broad back, she noticed that the ink didn't sit deep within the skin like a real tattoo would.
Alia burst into a fit of giggles, her laughter echoing across the grand balcony.
Alia: (Laughing) "Viktor! Did you really think I wouldn't notice? You didn't get any tattoos! You just put on these stickers, didn't you?"
Viktor froze for a moment. His stern "Moral Gray Alpha" image seemed to crumble into dust in an instant. He turned around with a sheepish look, his blue eyes filled with a mix of embarrassment and mischief, like a criminal caught red-handed.
Viktor: (Scratching his head with a slight grin) "Ah! I got caught (Caught red-handed)? You're becoming far too clever, Anastasia!"
Dropping his heavy, serious tone, Viktor admitted the truth with a playful touch:
Viktor: "Actually, the butterfly on the back is completely fake. It's just a temporary sticker. And this spider on my chest? That's only for one week. I thought I'd give you a surprise, but you exposed my little trick right at the start!"
Alia was practically doubled over with laughter. This billionaire Mafia Lord, who could make the whole city tremble with a single gesture, was walking around with stickers on his body just to make his wife laugh!
Alia: "Where is Lord Viktor's dignity (Man-shomman) now? Do you realize your spider will be washed away in a week?"
Viktor pulled Alia close and gave her nose a playful tap.
Viktor: "My dignity is nothing compared to your smile. At least for a week, I get to be your Dragon and your Spider-Man!" In the soft light of that golden morning, enveloped by the gentle balcony breeze, Viktor and Alia were lost in each other's presence. Viktor wrapped his powerful arms around her, the entire atmosphere feeling like something out of a dream.
Resting her head against Viktor's chest and listening to the steady thrum of his heart, Alia whispered softly, "Doki Doki..."
Viktor gently took her chin and tilted her face upward. His blue eyes were filled with deep affection. Without waiting another moment, he pressed a deep kiss on her lips. As the intensity of the kiss lingered and he slowly pulled away, his voice carried a tone of pure satisfaction.
Viktor: "That was... more than I expected, Anastasia."
Alia gave a shy laugh and looked into his eyes, replying, "Yaaa... me too."
In a playful mood, Alia leaned in and pressed a soft kiss right onto the Dragon Tattoo on Viktor's neck. Viktor felt a sharp shiver run through him. Alia then placed a tender kiss on his forehead. In his characteristically deep yet loving voice, Viktor spoke in Russian:
Viktor: "Принцесса Алия Тьмы... (Princess Alia of Darkness...)"
He continued even more deeply:
"Королева моя любимая птичка, королева моей тени, моя фаворитка." (My queen, my favorite little bird, queen of my shadow, my favorite.)
Then, Viktor let out a hearty laugh that echoed across the balcony. In one swift motion, he swept her into his arms.
Viktor: (Laughing) "Haaa... so funny! I know... Love you, Anastasia."
Wrapping her arms tightly around his neck, Alia looked into his eyes and said with all her heart, "I love you too, Viktor."Leaving the sweet moment on the balcony behind, Viktor carried Alia in his arms back into their massive, royal bedroom. As they stepped inside, Alia was once again struck with wonder. Viktor gently set her down and presented her with a massive bouquet of red roses. Each rose seemed to have been plucked from the finest garden, filling the entire room with a heavenly fragrance.
With a smirk, Viktor gestured toward the grand walk-in closet. There, rows of luxury brand boxes were meticulously arranged—the logos of Hermès, Prada, and Louis Vuitton gleamed under the lights. One by one, Viktor presented the high-end outfits to Alia, each piece carefully selected to match her elegance and refined taste.
Alia was overwhelmed with joy. Her extraordinarily long hair swayed like a waterfall as she reached out to touch each dress. Seeing the radiant, satisfied smile on Alia's face, Viktor's "Moral Gray Alpha" heart finally felt at peace.
Alia looked up at Viktor and said, "You have given me so much, now it's my turn!"
She pulled a small but incredibly expensive velvet box from her royal drawer and placed it in Viktor's hand.
Alia: "Happy Marriage Anniversary, Viktor. This is a symbol of your prestige."
When Viktor opened the box, he found a limited-edition set of diamond-studded Cartier cufflinks and a royal tie-pin. A spark of genuine happiness flickered in his blue eyes as he pulled Alia close to him once more.In that enchanting atmosphere, the temperature in the room seemed to rise in an instant. Viktor stood shirtless, wearing only a pair of expensive black trousers. His well-defined, muscular physique—accented by the owl and spider tattoos on his chest (even if the spider was just a sticker!)—gave him an undeniable "Moral Gray Alpha" allure.
Alia was equally captivating. She wore a small top and shorts, layered with an oversized black shirt that made her look incredibly ethereal. Her extraordinarily long hair fell in a messy, beautiful cascade over her shoulders, making it impossible for Viktor to look away.
Suddenly, with a crooked smirk playing on his lips, Viktor gestured toward the belt of his trousers. His blue eyes held a deep, intoxicating gaze, silently daring Alia to join in on his mischief.
Alia didn't need a second to understand his gesture. Turning a bright shade of crimson, she began waving her hands and shaking her head frantically.
Alia: (In a hurried voice) "No, no, no, no, no, no! Viktor, absolutely not! Whatever you're thinking is not happening right now!"
Alia took a step back, but Viktor continued to advance toward her with slow, deliberate steps. His massive frame loomed over her like an immovable wall.
Viktor: (In a very low, gravelly voice) "Why, Anastasia? Are you afraid of a new surprise on our special day?"
Clutching her black shirt even tighter, Alia replied with a nervous but playful smile, "No, no, no, no... I am not prepared for your mischief at all!"