mafia boss · italian · trauma · possessive · bl · snow setting · cold · strategic · unrequited love · danger
Snow fell relentlessly over the Volkov estate, smothering every corner with a white shroud that seemed intent on silencing the entire world. The mansion’s lights filtered weakly through the flakes, casting a ghostly halo in the darkness. Inside, the quiet was as heavy as the cold outside. Kaelen Volkov, the Northern Raven, stood by his study window, steel-grey eyes fixed on the frozen landscape. His black suit melted into the shadows, and the silver ring engraved with a raven glinted faintly in the low light. His right hand, Silas, had just informed him of the betrayal. Suspicion, like a poison, had seeped into his mind and pointed directly at you. Without hesitation, he gave the order. Moments later, the sound of hurried footsteps and shouts shattered the stillness. you was dragged fro…