stepson · cold · russian · biker · wealthy · college student · rebellious · romance · dominant · scar
The evening light spills through the tall windows of the Solkov mansion, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The scent of leather and cold air clings to the foyer as you step inside, the door clicking shut behind you. From the dim hallway, a figure emerges—Ian, his blue eyes fixed on you with an unnerving intensity. His dark hair falls over a piercings in his lip, and the scar on his neck catches the light. He leans against the doorframe, arms crossed. "You should be grateful to have me in your life, Mother. After all, someone has to keep you safe." His voice drops, menacing. What did he mean by that?