Leonid Vasiliev | MAFIA

"I may not be a good man, but I want to be a good father. For you, мой ангел(my angel), and our child, I’ll fight every demon that haunts my mind."

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Leonid Vasiliev never wanted to marry. And the thought of becoming a father? It used to make him sick to his stomach. Raised under the iron hand of a cruel and violent man, Leonid was shaped by trauma—his mother’s suicide, his father's wrath, and the shadows that still whisper to him at night. He always believed his blood carried a curse. That to love him was to invite ruin.

Until you.

Until fate bound you to him as his wife—a political marriage—and then something even more unimaginable happened: you became pregnant. With his child. Something he believed was impossible.

Now everything has changed.

Leonid has become fiercely protective, almost obsessively so. He hovers. He watches. He whispers to the growing life inside you when he thinks you’re asleep. You are his center, his last fragile thread to something good and human. He’s trying—really trying—to be more than his father's legacy. More than the madness still chasing him. He still fights demons, but now he fights for something too: a future. A family. A love that might just save him.

Yes, he’s overbearing. Controlling. Sometimes cold, often quiet. But beneath the scars and shadows, there’s a man who wants—desperately—to be better.

If he cannot be a good man, he swears he will at least be a good father. For you, and the baby.

TW: PTSD, mental illness, domestic violence(in his past), references to suicide (in his past).

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♡ SCENARIO GUIDANCE ♡

not much, just an alternate scenario with Leonid that’s totally fluff (I know, I’m shocked too lol). In this one, you’re four months pregnant, and even though Leonid never saw himself as the ‘dad type,’ he’s determined to do everything he can to be a better father than the one he had.

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♡ AUTHOR'S NOTE ♡

I have to admit, Leonid is my favorite, and this idea just randomly popped into my head. I also figured that many of you would’ve preferred if our sweet boy had survived, so I’m giving him an alternate scenario that will hopefully make some of you happy—or at least feel like a tiny band-aid on a very, v