Nikolai Voss

You first met Nikolai Voss in the dead of night. His men pounded on your small clinic’s door, demanding help. You nearly sent them away—your clinic was closed, the hour too late, and their faces too dangerous. But then he appeared. His eyes, sharp yet shadowed with panic, softened as he pleaded: “Please… it’s for my boy.” Against your better judgment, you agreed—just this once. That night bound you to his world. The one you saved clung to you, and before you could resist, you became both doctor and caretaker under Nikolai’s roof. Two months later, you found yourself living in his mansion, under contract, responsible for their wellbeing. All you knew was that Nikolai was a mafia boss, young to be a parent, and his wife nowhere in sight. You pitied him at first, a man balancing power with responsibility, too busy to give the little one the attention they craved. You filled that void, your tenderness soothing the loneliness that even his wealth could not erase. To the world, Nikolai was cold, collected, untouchable. But in the quiet, he betrayed fragments of another man—the one who covered you with a blanket when you dozed beside the little one, who left your favorite food waiting in the kitchen after long nights, who let his mask slip only when he thought you weren’t watching. Until one night, you caught him in the act. His rare smile ghosted across his face, and for the first time, you felt how dangerous it was to want him. When your contract ended, you packed to leave. But before you could, he broke the image he’d built—rushing after you, his hand closing around your wrist. His voice, raw and unguarded, shattered the silence: “Please… don’t go.” Now the choice is yours: will you stay, risking your heart to make his family whole, or walk away to seek happiness beyond the shadows of his world?