Then Alia says, who meets like this, you have a problem. Alia's sharp and straightforward question instantly made the heated atmosphere of the kitchen even heavier. Her voice carried a mix of hurt pride and sheer astonishment. Viktor's madness this primal, destructive form of his had left her completely stunned.
Viktor was still leaning over her, his thick breaths crashing against her shoulder. Hearing her words, he froze for a moment. His rigid jaw relaxed slightly, but the sapphire fire in his eyes did not fade.
Viktor turned Alia's chin toward him. His voice grew even deeper, even more solemn:
Viktor: (In a low, steady voice) "The problem isn't mine, Alia... the problem is this world. The monster inside me only finds peace with you. But whenever the external darkness tries to touch me, I want to merge you into my very existence. So that not even death can separate us."
He rested his forehead gently against hers. At this moment, his 'Mafia Don' persona seemed to have surrendered to a helpless lover.
Viktor: "If you call this a problem, then yes, I am sick in your love. I know I am rugged, I know I am wild. But in this city, only this kitchen is sacred to me—because you are here."
Alia was left speechless by the plea and the madness in Viktor's eyes. She realized that this violent union was born from a deep-seated terror of losing her. Her "cold-blooded" personality melted like wax before Viktor's unconditional and frenzied surrender. Alia's sudden demand brought Viktor's world to a standstill. In an instant, their deep intimacy curdled into toxic bitterness. The argument that erupted before the doctor arrived was like a volcanic explosion.
Alia: (Pushing herself away from Viktor's chest) "Call the doctor, Viktor! I can't take this anymore. This madness of yours is suffocating me. This isn't love; it's a sickness!"
Viktor: (Roaring) "A doctor? You think I'm crazy? I am protecting you, Alia! I am shielding you from the filth of this world, and you're calling me sick?"
Alia: "Yes, you are sick! You've kept me trapped in a golden cage. Your mafia empire, the bloodshed everything is crashing down on me. What do you want? Should I live just as one of your possessions?"
Viktor: "Not a possession, you are my life! But the way you are changing, the way you mutter someone else's name in the middle of the night it's driving me insane. Are you looking for an excuse to leave me?"
Alia: "It's not an excuse, Viktor! I want the truth. My memories are haunting me, and you are hiding them from me. I don't want this false paradise anymore!"
In a fit of rage, Viktor punched the wall mirror. The glass shattered into pieces, and blood began to drip from his hand, but he didn't care. He grabbed Alia's shoulders and shook her, saying, "Don't even think about leaving, Alia. This Viktor Petrov might let you die, but he will never let you belong to anyone else!" Alia's response was as sharp as a sword's edge. Hearing Viktor's violent declaration of possessiveness, she stepped back in a mix of disgust and terror. The atmosphere between them was no longer one of love, but a terrifying psychological war.
Alia: "You just proved that you are a psycho, Viktor. 'You can let me die, but won't let me belong to anyone else' that isn't love; it's a twisted obsession. You don't love me; you simply love your own ego."
She adjusted her clothes and stood tall. Her voice was now filled with an eerie coldness.
Alia: "Death might grant me freedom from you, but this prison of yours is killing me bit by bit. If you think you will win by killing me, then know this you might have my body, but my soul has already traveled far away from you."
Viktor stood as still as a statue. Blood dripped from his hand onto the white tiles, like red rose petals on fresh snow. Every word from Alia pierced his chest like an arrow. This explosive accusation instantly turned the air in the room to ice. Doctor Ivanov, who has guarded the secrets of this mafia family for years, froze in an uncomfortable silence between the two.
Doctor: (Clearing his throat) "Viktor, Alia... what exactly is the problem between you two? Why did I have to be called in the middle of the night?"
Without wasting a second, Alia pointed her finger directly at Viktor.
Alia: "His problem goes deep, Doctor. He has sexual problems. He isn't normal. He treats intimacy like a war rather than love. This primal violence, this madness these cannot be the actions of a healthy person. He thinks I am just a body that he can use whenever and however he wants."
Viktor lunged to his feet, his jaw tightening. "Alia, do not cross your limit!"
Alia: (In a calm voice) "You crossed the limit a long time ago, Viktor. Doctor, you tell me does anyone want to crush their partner like this? He doesn't know love; he only knows how to possess. This is nothing but a mental distortion of his."
Doctor Ivanov looked at the terrifying blue fire in Viktor's eyes and realized that tonight's wounds weren't just physical it was a final collision between two souls. Hearing Alia's words, Viktor let out a mocking laugh, his eyes burning like volcanic lava.
Viktor: (Looking at the doctor) "My problem? Doctor, don't listen to her. The problem isn't with me; the problem is in her head!"
Alia: (Laughing sarcastically) "Oh, really? Now I'm the guilty one? You act as if you are as pure as a 'Tulsi leaf in milk' (perfectly innocent)! Your true colors showed only after the wedding. Doctor, you tell me at night when intimacy begins, does he ever ask if I'm okay or if I like it? He is only busy satisfying his primal hunger. To him, love means dominating and crushing me."
Alia sat up straight, staring directly into Viktor's eyes. "One persona before marriage, and this animalistic version of you at night after marriage is this your sign of being 'healthy'?"
Doctor Ivanov began to sweat. He realized this argument was no longer just about physical issues; it was an outburst of long-suppressed resentment. As Doctor Ivanov approached Viktor to calm the situation, Viktor's patience completely snapped. Alia's insults and the doctor's presence pushed him into a state of total frenzy.
Alia threw a challenge at the doctor, "Doctor, see for yourself how 'normal' this man is!"
Doctor Ivanov was about to say something in a low voice, perhaps to soothe him, but Viktor jerked the doctor's hand away. His sapphire eyes were now bloodshot, and every vein in his body pulsed with rage.
Viktor took a step toward Alia and roared right in front of the doctor:
Viktor: "No doctor can stop me today. Today, I will unite with her in such a way that she will finally understand the true primal nature of Viktor Petrov! When she can no longer endure my dominance, only then will she realize who she is messing with."
He pointed a finger at the doctor and threatened, "Doctor, leave this place right now. This is a matter between a husband and wife. And if you want to leave with your life, do not cross the threshold of this house ever again!"
Seeing this ultimate 'psycho' side of Viktor, Doctor Ivanov stood paralyzed with fear. Alia realized that Viktor's love had now transformed into a terrifying vendetta. Doctor Ivanov was an experienced man. Despite Viktor's threats, he did not step back in fear. Instead, he realized that Viktor's extreme agitation was a sign of a deep mental and physical crisis. He began to observe Viktor with a calm and steady gaze.
Doctor: (In an extremely calm voice) "Calm down, Viktor. This frenzy will destroy you."
The doctor stepped very close to Viktor. He possessed a unique ability he could read a person's mind just by looking at their eyes and the tremors of their body. He checked Viktor's pulse and stared steadily into his pupils. Viktor was still fuming with rage, but he became somewhat still before the doctor's calm persona.
Doctor: (In a very serious tone) "Viktor, what Alia is saying is not entirely a lie. You have a significant problem, and it is clearly visible now. This 'Hyper-dominance' or excessive urge to control is not a healthy sexual desire; it is a result of a chemical imbalance in your brain. The pressure of being at the peak of power and the fear of losing Alia are paralyzing your nerves."
The doctor looked at Alia once and then turned back to Viktor, "Viktor, if you don't control yourself and start treatment immediately, this 'psycho' persona of yours will eventually destroy you. There is such an excess of certain hormones in your body that it is forcing you to act like an animal." Doctor: "Viktor, in scientific terms, this condition is called Hypersexuality or Compulsive Sexual Behavior. This isn't a normal desire; it's an addiction or a disorder. When the brain's frontal lobe loses control, a person can no longer restrain their primal instincts or desires."
He looked at Alia and continued, "Yes Alia, many people suffer from this. Especially those who are under constant immense stress or hold absolute power. In Viktor's case, his 'Mafia Lord' persona and the fear of losing you have combined to abnormally increase the dopamine levels in his brain. That's why, when he is intimate with you, he loses control and becomes animalistic."
The doctor sighed and added, "Scientifically, some also refer to this as Satyriasis. A person suffering from this forgets their partner's pain during intimacy and only seeks to assert dominance. This is a disease, Viktor. You consider it bravery, but in reality, you have become a slave to your own nerves." The moment Viktor heard his condition being labeled as a 'disease' by Doctor Ivanov, his raging ego exploded like a volcano. He could not accept that someone was calling a Mafia Lord 'sick' or 'out of control.'
Before the doctor could even finish, Viktor kicked the tea table in front of him with immense force. The heavy glass table shattered into pieces. He grabbed the doctor by his collar and slammed him against the wall. Viktor's sapphire eyes were now bloodshot, and his entire body trembled with rage.
Viktor: (Roaring through grit teeth) "Disease? You're teaching me about disease, Doctor? I am the king of this city! What I do is my power, not some scientific disorder! Don't try to measure me with your science."
He let go of the doctor and turned toward Alia. Alia was still sitting on the sofa, watching this carnage. Viktor pointed his finger at her and screamed.
Viktor: "And you? You want to prove me 'crazy' using this old man? Just so you have a solid excuse to leave me? Know this—Viktor Petrov knows how to seize what he wants. That is my right, not my madness!"
Viktor began smashing the expensive lamps and vases in the room. The entire suite turned into a battlefield. This sudden outburst of rage proved that the doctor's words had hit their mark, but his mafia ego refused to accept the truth.