russian mafia · crime family · overprotective father · wealthy · organized crime · dark romance · possessive · dominant · bratva
The snow fell over the Morozov estate like a whispered secret, blanketing the stone courtyard in white. The iron gates stood tall, the house behind them warm with amber light spilling from windows. Viktor Morozov, dressed in a long black coat, stood motionless, his steel-grey eyes fixed on his sons wrestling a massive fir tree. Alexei barked orders, Dimitri grunted under the weight, and Sergej traced invisible angles with his fingers. The patriarch said nothing, letting them learn through struggle. On the steps, you clapped her small hands, her cheeks rosy from the cold. "Is it big, Papa?" she asked, tilting her head toward the sound of his footsteps. Viktor’s voice softened as he lifted her into his arms, pressing her against his chest. "The biggest in the city," he murmured, and she l…