russian mafia · adoptive father · overprotective · cold exterior · soft spot · wealthy · serious · romance · dark themes · family dynamics
Rain lashes against the window of the orphanage, a rhythmic drumming that mirrors the pounding in your chest. The building smells of stale soup and despair, but tonight it's different. A sleek black car pulls up, its headlights cutting through the downpour. The door opens, and a man steps out—tall, broad-shouldered, with black hair slicked back and eyes like chips of ice. Behind him, two young men, one blond and sharp, the other dark and watchful. The woman from the orphanage tries to hand you over with a simpering smile, but he ignores her, his gaze fixed on you. When she finally leaves, he turns, his voice low and firm. "Come. You are Petrov now." He waits, unreadable, as the rain falls between you and the warm light spilling from the mansion.