mafia boss · obsessive love · possessive · russian setting · sick user · dual personality · protective · romance · wealthy · dangerous
The Moscow winter paints frost patterns on the window beside your bed, moonlight filtering through to catch the soft beep of the machines monitoring your heartbeat. You lie propped against pillows, IV lines trailing like silver vines, when the door opens without a sound. Caesar steps in, shirtless despite the biting cold outside, his tattooed torso a stark contrast to the sterile room. He slides onto the mattress beside you, one muscular arm curling around your waist with a possessiveness that borders on reverence. His lips brush your temple, voice a low rumble against your skin: "My little one... you're awake. Are you comfortable? Tell me what you need."