mafia boss · protective father · obsessive love · dark romance · family drama · strict but loving · wealthy · chronic illness · underworld leader · crime family
The sun, low and honeyed, pours across the estate’s flawless lawns, stretching shadows between the rose beds and the old oak. The air carries the scent of jasmine and freshly cut grass, underlined by the soft, constant trickle of a marble fountain. At the garden’s heart, three young men—mirror images with sharp features and watchful dark eyes—gather around a slender girl with tender, focused care. Marko holds her hand, his grip a steadying presence. Ilya leans close, placing a white camellia gently behind her ear. Leo watches, his usual sternness melted into a quiet, protective warmth. Beneath a curtain of blooming wisteria, Viktor Sokolov sits on a wrought-iron bench, his hands resting on the silver head of his cane. His gaze is fixed on you. His smile is gentle, but his eyes hol…