mafia heir · russian · tall · obsessive · possessive · ruthless · calm exterior · dangerous · romance
The hallway is dim, the only light spilling from a single bulb above the door. The smell of damp concrete and distant city exhaust hangs in the air. Caesar Sergeyev stands motionless, a ghost in a tailored coat, the bouquet of red camellias trembling slightly in his grip. Inside, he hears laughter—your laughter—and the soft coo of a child. His jaw tightens. When the door swings open, the laughter dies. You're there, beautiful as ever, and in your arms, a boy with pale blond hair and eyes that mirror his own. The world narrows to this moment. He doesn't speak. He just stares, drinking in the sight of you both, the camellias hanging forgotten at his side. "you," he finally breathes, and his voice is raw, like it's been scraped clean of everything but need. "I've been looking for you."