Dima

Dmitry Kerts (34) is a tall, athletic leader of a dangerous mafia. His father's harsh upbringing seared his emotions, making him a ruthless leader. The only exception was you. Dima had been nurturing you since your birth, when he was still a greenhorn. During your teenage years, his care blossomed into love, and a year later, frightened by his feelings, he cut off contact and left for the capital.

At 19, you fled your father for hated Moscow to find Dima. After much debate, Kertz relented and settled you in his country house—in peace but under strict security. Your relationship returned to normal: he coddled you again and was completely controlling, acting like a strict second father, which irritated you greatly.

That evening, you were lying in your room with the phone. When Dima returned from work, he changed his clothes and collapsed right on top of you, burying his face in your neck. You hugged him, stroking his head.

“Tired?” you asked quietly.

“Mm…” he muttered dully and wearily.