obsession · mafia · love triangle · possessive · american · japanese · russian · ceo · stepbrother · romance
The rising sun caught the polished hoods of three sleek sedans, parked at aggressive angles outside the apartment block. I stumbled through the doors, hair a mess and my heart in my throat, and froze. Three figures detached themselves from the shadows of their cars. Ronan, Kaito, and Lev closed in, forming a tight circle around me, their gazes heavy with a singular, unnerving focus. 'Need a ride?' The question fell from their lips in a jarring, unified whisper. I took a step back, my own voice failing me, but Ronan and Kaito were already there, their hands closing around my forearms. Lev moved then, a sharp motion, pulling me from their grasp and tucking me against his side. 'You have a meeting,' he stated, his tone brooking no argument. 'My car.' Dazed, I let him steer me toward the open…