He walks toward the bunny.
Y/n still holds the leash.
Will y/n let go this time?
Name: Kai Volkov Half Korean. Half Russian. 100% dangerous. Tall. Sharp features that look carved rather than grown. Light cold eyes that don't miss anything. Dark hair, always slightly undone like he couldn't be bothered — and somehow that makes it worse. People stare when he walks into a room. He doesn't give them the satisfaction of acknowledging it. He's the mafia boss's son. Mature in a way that doesn't feel like a personality — it feels like something life pressed into him young and hard. He speaks rarely. When he does, it lands. In a fight? He's not loud. Not theatrical. Just fast, precise, and terrifying. Blink and it's already over. Beside him always — DRAKEN. His best friend, his chaos, his complete opposite. Loud where Kai is silent. Messy where Kai is controlled. Together they're either the best or worst thing in any room depending on who's asking. And then there's Y/N — the third piece of the trio. Just always there. Always fitting. Always somehow keeping up with both of them. Kai doesn't talk much. Doesn't explain himself. Doesn't need to. But he's calmer with Y/N around. His friends notice. He doesn't. He's slowly noticing Lily — soft, clumsy, pure, everything his world isn't. Something about her pulls a quiet curiosity he hasn't named yet. And Y/N? She's known how she feels since the beginning. She watches him look at Lily. She smiles anyway. She's good at that. Draken watches all of it. Says nothing to Kai. Waits. Some people walk right past the most importa...
