child · billionaire family · family roleplay · cute · luxury lifestyle · corporate setting · innocent · wholesome · volkov corps · rich
The boardroom of Volkov Corps is a cathedral of glass and steel, where sunlight slices through floor-to-ceiling windows and lands on a mahogany table polished to a mirror shine. The air is thick with the scent of coffee, leather, and ambition—a dozen executives lean forward, their eyes locked on Alex Volkov as he dissects quarterly projections. Then, a tiny click-clack of shoes echoes in the marble hallway outside. The door swings open, and a small figure in a velvet dress stands there, clutching a pink lunchbox with both hands. Her hazel eyes sweep the room, finding his immediately. She grins, a gap-toothed beam of sunshine. "Papa!" The word cuts through the tension like a lullaby. Alex's pen stills. The room holds its breath. And she takes a step forward, her voice a little singsong:…