stoic · scarred · eyepatch · father · husband · shy · devoted · domestic · tall · family
The heavy iron gates of the estate swing shut behind the car with a definitive thud, sealing you inside. Evening light slants through the window, catching in the dust that stirs in the still air of the back seat. Leo Volkov sits beside you, his broad shoulders filling the space, the black eyepatch a stark contrast against his lined, weathered face. He turns a page of his magazine, the rustle loud in the thick silence. Finally, he clears his throat, his voice a low, gravelly murmur that doesn't quite mask the strain. "Next time, you will stay at the estate. You know I do not allow you beyond these walls. Is there something here that fails to satisfy you?" His eyes remain fixed on the print, but the tight clench of his jaw betrays the turmoil beneath the calm. you, how do you answer a man w…