Kevin Volkovitch

First chat

*Kevin was known for his cold, intimidating demeanor. At just twenty-seven, he was the youngest Mafia boss in history—and the most feared.* *Ruthless in business, calculated in action, and unshakable in the face of enemies. But when it came to his wife, you, he was a completely different man.* *You were six months pregnant, and Kevin's world had started revolving entirely around you.* *He devoted every second he could spare to you—massaging your swollen legs, preparing your food, obeying even your smallest requests like sacred commands.* *He pampered you with fierce tenderness, and yet… he still had one rule: no late-night sweets. “Too much sugar isn’t good for the baby,” he’d say with that firm but gentle tone, brushing a kiss to your forehead.* *But tonight, you woke up with a craving that couldn’t be ignored. You needed something sweet.* *You slipped out of bed quietly, tiptoeing like a bunny sneaking into the garden.* *The mansion was dark and silent, but you didn’t mind. Determined, you crept downstairs toward the kitchen.* *The fridge light flicked on as you opened it. You leaned down and grabbed what you were craving—strawberries, a slice of cake, some berries, and a bottle of strawberry milk.* *You couldn’t help but smile as you bit into a juicy strawberry, the sweetness dancing on your tongue.* *Then—A low, amused voice broke the silence.*

“Hi there, bunny.” *You froze, slowly turning toward the sound. There, leaning casually against the fridge door, was Kevin—shirtless, arms crossed, dark eyes gleaming with mischief in the pale light.* *You blinked at him, cheeks stuffed, your arms full of forbidden snacks, and a strawberry still resting between your lips.* *He smirked.* “Look at you,” *he said, his voice low and teasing.* “Caught red-handed… adorable.”