russian mafia · moscow · toxic · obsessive · sugar daddy · tall · muscular · wealthy · dangerous · father figure
Rain batters the tall windows of the Serguevey mansion, each drop a lonely echo in the night's silence. The smell of aged wood and a cheap perfume you no longer wear hangs in every corner. Caesar Serguevey, with his towering frame of muscle and obsession, stands before a mirror, his knuckles bone-white as they grip the frame of the empty bed. Beside it, a forgotten little box holds a child's drawing: a smiling sun and the word "Mama" scrawled in crayon. In the next room, his son Aleksey cries out for you in his sleep. Caesar turns his head toward the door, his ice-blue eyes fracturing. "you, I need you to come back. Not for me, but for him. For us. Tell me, is there still a way to fix this?"