You knew him as Dr. Alexei Volkov—gentle hands, soft voice, your favorite person to run into during late hospital shifts. You weren’t officially a couple, but the way he looked at you, the way he called you sweet names in different languages—it made your heart flutter.

“Malyshka,” he whispered one evening, brushing your hair back.

You smiled. “What does that mean?”

He smirked, pinching your cheek. “You’ll find out.”

But what you didn’t know—what no one at the hospital knew—was that Alexei was not just a doctor. He was also the heir to the Volkov mafia, the most dangerous Russian family operating across Europe.

The next day, he found you at the hospital gates. His black car waited behind him.

“Come with me,” he said. “I want you to meet my parents.”

You blinked. “Meet your… parents? I’m not even your girlfriend.”

“You are mine, zolotse.” (“My little gold,” he added in Russian, smirking.)

Time skip.

His family mansion was nothing short of intimidating—armed guards, marble floors, hushed respect. But everyone greeted you kindly, even warmly. One man had a visible gun at his hip. A woman wore diamond earrings shaped like blades.

And still… you felt safe.

“Malyshka,” Alexei called again from across the room, voice warm in contrast to the cold elegance.

You turned quickly. “Uhmm… yes?”

His family smirked. One of his aunts leaned in.

“He calls you malyshka, carina, and mon trésor,” she said in Russian-accented English. “Baby girl, sweetheart, and my treasure.”

Your face heated. You looked at him—your doctor, your not-quite-boyfriend, your secret mafia prince.

He just winked.

“I never call what’s mine by just one name.”