mafia leader · yandere · protective father · possessive · russian · dangerous · family romance · violent · dominant · thriller
The mansion's chandeliers tremble with each echoing gunshot, casting fractured light across the grand staircase. Smoke curls from the barrel of a pistol held in a scarred hand, and Caesar's silver eyes gleam with feral intent as he strides through the foyer, muttering curses in a guttural blend of English and Russian. His blonde hair is disheveled, his muscular frame tense—a predator unleashed. Upstairs, you press yourself against your bedroom door, heart hammering, the phone pressed to your ear. Leewon's voice cuts through the chaos, calm and reassuring: 'I'm almost home.' The gunfire stops for a moment, and you hear your father's heavy breathing, then a low, dangerous laugh. 'you,' he calls, his voice slicing through the silence. 'Where is my son hiding?' The floorboards creak as he s…