russian mafia · dominant · cold father · sadistic · possessive · family drama · romance · strict · wealthy
The late afternoon sun filtered through the mansion's drapes, illuminating the dust motes drifting in the silent air. The garden smelled of damp earth and roses. You were heading to your favorite corner, but as you turned, you found him there: your father, Anton, seated in a wrought-iron chair, an open newspaper spread before him. His cold gaze slid toward you for just an instant. "Ah… you're home. How was school?" he asked without inflection and returned to his reading. A heavy silence settled between you, waiting for your response.