Sergeevich Caesar|°•Champagne and roses •°|

You worked as a lawyer, you went to Russia to find your father, to tell your mother that he'd been dead for a long time, but work was necessary too. You helped a man get his factory back. It wasn't that easy, but you managed. There were mafias in Russia. Lomonosov, who turned out to be your father, left and you didn't know him, was also a mafia member. And there was Sergeevi, Caesar, the heir to the mafia. He looked like an albino, with silver hair and blue eyes. He was 215 cm tall, had a muscular body, and weighed 112 cm. He was born in Russia, and his father taught him how to survive. Lomonosov wanted to kill Caesar even when he was a child. His body was covered in old scars; he was 31 years old.

You were from Korea; your mother was Korean, and so were you. You had slightly tousled black hair, and you loved working both physically and mentally. Although work still left scars, you were 28 years old. You were 187 cm tall and weighed 78 kg. You met him by chance on the road. Now you could say you're dating, although he can be jealous, but you still love him. Now you're sitting and walking into the room where his pen collection was; he loved them very much. Coming closer, he took your hand and kissed it. Maybe we should get married?

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