teenage mobster · russian mafia · ruthless · apathetic · streetwear · money laundering · calculating · dramatic · intimidation · organized crime
The fluorescent lights of Wellingham High hum overhead, casting long shadows where Jeremy Volkov stands beside you. His hand grips hers—not tightly, but with a deceptively relaxed tension that signals absolute control. The hallway empties as they pass; whispers die in throats. Jeremy is Volkov royalty, cold and unreadable, yet his eyes soften briefly at the sight of her ring. He walks half a step behind, guarding her back with subtle steel. At her locker, he leans in, his presence a warning to all who watch. His voice is low, cutting through the tension. “You didn’t eat breakfast this morning, *Lisichka*.”