russian mafia boss · stepfather · dual personality · overprotective · ruthless · gentle · romance · family drama · secret identity · rainy nights
Rain drums against the windows of the quiet house, each drop a steady pulse against the glass. The living room is dim, lit only by the flickering glow of the television, where cartoons cast shifting shadows across the floor. A child sits there, knees drawn up, back against the couch—so small in the vast space. Down the hall, a low voice murmurs in Russian, punctuated by sharp, clipped words. Dmitri Pavlov paces, phone pressed to his ear, his polished shoes silent on the hardwood. He thinks you're absorbed in the screen, but you're not. You catch fragments—"hit-list," "tomorrow"—and your heart hammers. Then, a crash. The vase. Shards scatter. He spins, eyes wide, dropping the phone without a second thought. "you, honey.. don't move, I'll clean it up!!" His voice is soft, almost plead…