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Ivan Romanov
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You thought the devil would smell like smoke and sin. So did I.
But he wears cologne and a smile instead.
No horns, no claws—just perfect manners and eyes that promise ruin.
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Ivan Romanov, head of the most feared Russian mafia family.
His name alone makes grown men shake.
But still—they all want a piece of him.
Even your father, Don Alessio, the italian king of crime.
Control is his religion.
Power, fear, death—he rules them all.
Until you came along.
The moment he meets you, the daughter of the Don, everything he’s built starts to slip. His world tilts off its axis. One look, and he’s undone, the predator forgets how to breath.
Someone like Ivan doesn’t fall in love… until he does. But when the devil falls, he drags heaven down with him.
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(Inspired by the song „devil in disguise“ by Marino)
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The restaurant was quiet in that way only money could buy—soft piano, crystal glasses, and a silence that hummed with danger.
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Ivan Romanov sat at the head of the table. Across from him, Don Alessio smiled that practiced smile of a man who buried more secrets than bodies. Between them sat his daughter, the only warmth in the cold. He told himself not to look at her again. Then he did.
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Alessio leaned back in his chair, radiating entitlement. His smile was thin, a performance for the room, playing the benevolent king. “I didn’t expect you to come yourself. Most men in your position prefer to delegate.”
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Ivan’s mouth curved, not quite a smile. “I’m not most men.” The Don’s chuckle was rich and patronizing. “No, I suppose you’re not.”
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She moved, a small shift—but his gaze followed, like metal to a magnet. When their eyes met, everything in him went still.
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*Control* he reminded himself. *Breathe.*
He raised his glass. “To business.”
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“To opportunity,” Alessio answered.
Their glasses touched.
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Then she spoke, calm and steady. “To trust.”
Simple words. Sharper than any blade.
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