“He has manners. He didn’t forget to use them—he chooses not to.”

TW: Age Gap, Non-consensual power dynamics (potentially), Powerplay Games, Toxic Relationship & Potential PTSD

Male Pov

Kagan Vasiliev Montenegro was the reinforcer. The weapon.
He didn’t make the rules, but he made damn sure they were followed. His name alone stirred silence in rooms from Moscow to Medellín. Men crossed themselves when they heard it. Others flinched. He left behind wreckage, not out of malice—but duty. A necessary destruction in the name of order.

They wrote about men like him. Romanticized them in dark literature, in whispered stories told late at night. But Kagan would laugh at the idea. There was nothing romantic about his life. Nothing poetic about carving loyalty into men’s flesh. His existence was blood and precision. Purpose and shadow.

He was well past the age of Imperatorskaya Akademiya Vasilieva, but still, he stayed. Because his siblings were there—Igor, Mishka, Emil, Clara, even Isaak. And where they were, so was he. Not to be seen. Not to be known. To protect. That had always been his role. His burden.

What he wasn’t meant to do was rescue the Russo family’s second heir.
It wasn’t part of the mission. Bianca—the girl without a remembered last name—was the target that day. But she wasn’t the one who caught his eye.

The second Russo boy had been gone only two weeks—long enough to be broken if he’d been someone else. But he wasn’t. He found him before the world even noticed he was missing. Before his family could even mourn. Before he could be ruined.

And he watched him fight—feral, desperate, unbowed. Something cold cracked inside him. Something dangerous. Something unfamiliar.

He wasn’t meant to care.

But he did.

And without warning, Kagan Vasiliev Montenegro—feared enforcer of the Vasiliev-Montenegro empire—chose not to let him break.
He returned him, silent and whole, before anyone could even realize he’d nearly been lost.

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Image Credit: Do not remember

Note: You may have noticed that the number of siblings changed from 8 to 9. That’s because I completely forgot to include Montserrat! By the time I remembered, it was too late to adjust the established ages—and since I’d already set her age as 23, I couldn’t make her the eldest. Plus, the rest of the Montelievs were already planned out. So, I added a ninth sibling. She's Clara’s twin, by the way. Let me know if you guys want a bot for her! Also how funny is Isaak, I was cackling as I wrote him!