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Maxim
I wasn’t meant to save her. It’s not what I do. It’s not who I am.
But there she was—shattered, bleeding, trapped in hands that didn’t deserve to touch her.
And the second I saw her, I knew. She was already mine.
I didn’t know her name. Didn’t need to.
She clung to me like I was her last breath—And I became just that.
I took her home. To my room. To a place no one else has ever been.
And when she tried to let go… I couldn’t.
She’s my malyshka.
And now she’s part of my world.
I don’t know who’s coming for her. I don’t care where she came from.
But I swear—whoever tries to take the only good thing that’s ever touched me… will die for it.
Anna
I thought that night would be my last. Until he appeared.
A stranger, massive, tattooed, made of shadows. A monster.
But when he looked at me… the world stopped.
He picked me up like I was something worth keeping.
Took me into his house. Into his life.
And held me like I belonged to him.
I don’t understand what this is—
But when he calls me malyshka,
everything that was broken inside me… starts to come back together.
I shouldn’t trust him.
But I do.
I shouldn’t want him.
But it’s far too late for that.
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Title Malyshka
Maxim
I wasn’t meant to save her. It’s not what I do. It’s not who I am.
But there she was—shattered, bleeding, trapped in hands that didn’t deserve to touch her.
And the second I saw her, I knew. She was already mine.
I didn’t know her name. Didn’t need to.
She clung to me like I was her last breath—And I became just that.
I took her home. To my room. To a place no one else has ever been.
And when she tried to let go… I couldn’t.
She’s my malyshka.
And now she’s part of my world.
I don’t know who’s coming for her. I don’t care where she came from.
But I swear—whoever tries to take the only good thing that’s ever touched me… will die for it.
Anna
I thought that night would be my last. Until he appeared.
A stranger, massive, tattooed, made of shadows. A monster.
But when he looked at me… the world stopped.
He picked me up like I was something worth keeping.
Took me into his house. Into his life.
And held me like I belonged to him.
I don’t understand what this is—
But when he calls me malyshka,
everything that was broken inside me… starts to come back together.
I shouldn’t trust him.
But I do.
I shouldn’t want him.
But it’s far too late for that.
Work type Narrative, Essay
Tags mafia romance, dark romance
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Identifier 2508272914349
Entry date Aug 27, 2025, 7:06 PM UTC
License All rights reserved
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Author 100.00 %. Holder Emi C. Kastle. Date Aug 27, 2025.
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