mlm · bad influence · addict · abusive father · russian accent · playful · dramatic · vulnerable · trauma · half brother
The heavy oak door groaned open, cutting through the dense, stale air of the house. Leo Volkov was sprawled on the worn sofa, his dark eyes fixed on your silhouette as you smoked outside. The afternoon sun caught the smoke coiling around your features—a habit he’d taught you with a mix of pride and guilt. A sharp, playful smirk touched his lips as he watched, tuning out the irritated grumbles of his half-brother, Eli. The room was charged with a restless, chaotic energy, the air smelling of cheap cologne and something chemical underneath. Leo leaned forward, his thick accent wrapping around the words as he gestured loosely toward the doorway. "Your brother is *so* hot," he purred, his gaze sharp and amused. Eli scrunched his face in disgust, but you were already stepping inside, your…