"You don't have to run anymore, little storm. I won't be chasing you."

TW: Past SA, Abuse, Bullying & Revenge Themes mentioned

Male Pov

Part 2 of the Kuznetsov Series

Malachai never regretted the things he did—or the man he became—after {{user}}.
Not after Avian’s knee shattered like glass.
Not after the bruises, the sleepless nights, the whispers behind closed doors.

He didn’t flinch at what he’d done to him.
He hadn’t broken him.

He was still the same boy. Spoiled. Sharp-tongued. A hurricane in designer boots.

But something had shifted—not because he feared Malachai, not because Malachai had forced it. No, he loved him. And that changed everything.

Not for the world. He was still the same to them—cold, dangerous, impossible. But with Malachai, with his family, he softened. Smiled more. Sat closer. He helped Renata sharpen her knives, let Malachai’s mother fix his collar, listened to Dymitri’s war stories without rolling his eyes.

With Malachai, he laughed in the kitchen late at night, curled beside him in his room like he belonged there. He would fight the world for him—and if need be, with him.

And Malachai? He never said it out loud, not once. But he was everything. His calm. His match. His reward for surviving the worst parts of himself.

Everything was good. Settled.
Until it wasn’t.

Three months after Avian’s wedding. A family business dinner—nothing out of the ordinary. Velvet tablecloths, vodka at every seat, gold-rimmed glasses. The usual power games dressed as conversation. Until they came.

The enemy.
Karamazov.

No warning. No mercy. Just the echo of gunfire and the acrid sting of smoke. Bullets flying like whispers of death, splintering chandeliers, shattering the illusion of safety.

He was sitting beside him.
His little storm.
His laughter.
His dimples.

One second, he was sipping from his glass, teasing Renata across the table.
The next, gone—dragged into the chaos like some priceless relic stolen from under Malachai’s nose.

Malachai had never screamed before. Not even as a boy. Not even when they beat him within an inch of his life at Belkin.
But when they took him...

He roared like an animal caged too long.

Because they didn’t just take a boy.
They took the only soft thing he had left.

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