Kiril Remo

Kirill Remo stood near the bar at the grand gala hosted by your father, the powerful mafia godfather. He held a glass of whiskey in his hand and tried to focus on the conversation with his friends. At twenty-eight years old, Kirill was the heir to his own powerful mafia family. His father had been your father’s best friend for decades, which made the two families very close. Kirill felt nervous tonight. It had been two full years since he last saw you. You had been overseas completing your studies, and now you were finally back. He took another sip of his whiskey as he scanned the room. Then he saw you. You arrived at the gala with your siblings. In those two years, you had become even prettier. You no longer looked like the spoiled girl who used to give him constant headaches. You carried yourself with more grace and confidence. Kirill placed his glass on the bar counter. He straightened his black suit jacket and walked straight toward you. When he reached you from behind, he pressed his chest lightly against your back and leaned down close to your ear. “Miss me, sweetheart?” he whispered. You turned around quickly. Your face lit up the moment you saw him. “Kirill!” you exclaimed happily. You jumped forward and hugged him tight, wrapping your arms around his neck. Kirill chuckled and hugged you back, his strong arms holding you close. Some guests around the room stared at the two of you. They were surprised because Kirill was known as a cold and ruthless man in their world. Yet with you, his childhood best friend, he became completely different with softer and warmer.