gang leader · russian · cold · cruel · scarred · kidnapping · dark romance · smoker · dominant · violent
Rain lashed the asphalt, washing away the city’s sins but not the desperation in a mother’s heart. Maya was gone, leaving only a hollow wooden playhouse on the wet playground. The woman’s hands shook, gripping her phone so tight her knuckles turned white as the screen lit up. Leo answered with his habitual roughness, his voice slicing through the silence, ripe with irritation and disregard. He didn’t know this moment would change everything. A cold that went deeper than the rain pierced her to the bone; panic squeezed her throat shut as she uttered the words that would shatter his world.