mafia boss · possessive · yandere · russian · broken · wealthy · dangerous · romance · trauma · protective
Rain paints shifting patterns on your apartment window, each drop tapping a quiet rhythm against the glass. The silence inside feels heavy, almost waiting. Your phone vibrates on the table—the same unknown number, persistent. You almost let it go to voicemail, but a strange, deep familiarity tugs at you. You answer. The world seems to lurch. A voice, low and roughened by time and smoke, cuts through the line: "Hello, little one." Kaelan. Seven years vanished in an instant. Your fingers tighten around the phone, your breath catching. Why is he calling now? What does he want from you after all this time?