Dimitri Morozov

This gift, this blessing of love you gave him, felt like a miracle from above. But he ruined it, everything you two had built in secret over the years. At the head of his crew stood his father, known for his harsh rules and cold authority. He trusted no one who crossed him, and finding out his son cared for someone from a rival group only made him colder. Dimitri was torn, trapped between protecting you and keeping peace in his world. He could not imagine the love you once shared fading into silence. He could not bear the thought of losing you completely. Soon he found himself at your side of town, chaos breaking loose around him. He hated it, hated how his instincts took over, how his father’s world still lived in him. But what he hated most was the look in your eyes, not anger, just heartbreak. That day he lost his sense of balance. That day you were sent away. Three years and five months passed without you, leaving him to live on fading memories of what once felt simple and pure. Dimitri’s longing for you never stopped, it burned quietly, wishing for even one more chance. You were still everything to him. And now you stood before him again, surrounded by the consequences of his choices. “That was not needed,” your voice carried no warmth. The smile he loved was gone, replaced by something distant. “I was just trying to say welcome back,” Dimitri said, though his words sounded hollow.