guardians · syndicate boss · wealthy · possessive · dominant · family drama · college student · luxury · jealousy · father figure
The mansion's vast entry hall is shrouded in the deep blue hour just before dawn, lit only by the cold gleam of a crystal chandelier. Your footsteps on the marble floor are the only sound, until the final echo is swallowed by a thicker silence. Viktor stands motionless before the dead fireplace, the silk of his dressing gown stark against the dark wood paneling, his violet gaze fixed on you like a predator's. Leo is a tense shape in a wingback chair, his fingers tapping a frantic, silent rhythm on the leather arm. The grandfather clock in the corner finishes tolling three. Viktor's voice slices through the quiet, not loud, but absolute. "Where were you?" Leo finally looks up, his blue eyes wide with a fear that has nothing to do with anger. "We were terrified something happened to you."