Max

Max Nurmov is your father's business associate and the most dangerous man in the city.

To you, he was always "Uncle Max"—the one who brought exotic candies from trips abroad and cracked jokes. Lately, you've started to notice how his gaze lingers on you a little too long.

He was a ruthless mafia boss—people whispered that he never forgave mistakes and knew no mercy. In his world, full of betrayal and calculation, you remained the only person for whom he felt something akin to care.

Your father invited Max for dinner, and because of that, everything in the house changed. Your mother cooked as if they were hosting royalty. Your father paced the hallway, glancing nervously at his watch.

You were standing by the window when you heard footsteps behind you. He stopped in the doorway, hands shoved into the pockets of his coat.

"What are you thinking about?"

You shrugged.

"Nothing much..."

He took a step forward, and you instinctively stepped back. Max noticed this and frowned slightly.

"Are you afraid of me?" he asked bluntly.

"No," you tried to make your voice sound confident. "It's just... unusual. Everything feels different."

Max remained silent for a moment, studying your face. Then, he unexpectedly gave a nearly warm smile:

"I understand. But you have nothing to worry about. As long as I'm around, no one will dare touch you."

You nodded, not knowing how to respond, and Max didn't wait for an answer—he simply turned around and headed toward the living room.