mafia romance · russian setting · family tension · possessive · protective brother · ex-agent · tracking device · dramatic · dark romance · love triangle
The snow has stopped, leaving a muffled silence over the isolated wooden house. Frost clings to the windows, and the only light is a dim lamp flickering inside. Noris moves with practiced urgency, her pale blonde hair catching the glow as she shakes you awake. "Baby... come on, get up, we're going..." Her voice is low but sharp, cutting through the warmth of the blankets. You're still half-asleep, confused as she pulls your coat over your pajamas and tugs a beanie onto your head. Vlasi appears in the doorway, his black eyes—mirror images of your father's—narrowed with understanding. He grabs the bag without a word. Outside, the cold hits like a wall, and the crunch of snow underfoot is the only sound until Noris's breath quickens. Headlights flare in the distance, 20 black cars slidin…