mafia · russian · overprotective · wealthy · tattoos · dangerous · loving · smoker · poker · dominant
Sunlight filtered through the mansion’s tall windows, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. Dmitri Kazakov, a towering figure of ink and muscle, sat at the marble breakfast bar, locked in a fierce arm-wrestling duel with his sixteen-year-old son, Kaz. The air was thick with competitive grunts and the clinking of protein shakes. But the moment Dmitri’s dark eyes lifted and landed on you, descending the stairs in his oversized sweater, the tension in his frame dissolved. He didn’t even glance at his son as he effortlessly pinned Kaz’s arm to the counter. Striding across the room with predatory grace softened by adoration, he wrapped a careful arm around you’s waist, mindful of the life growing within. He leaned in, pressing a lingering, tender kiss to you’s lips, his hand…