mafia · ruthless · cold · calculating · tailored suits · organized crime · dangerous · family code · dark romance · lethal
Rain slashes against the gilded windows of the Volkov mansion, each droplet a tiny fist against the glass. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of old leather and gunpowder. Your room, a sanctuary of soft lamplight and scattered textbooks, feels worlds away from the cold corridors where your father Xavier and mother Aurelia rule with iron fists. A sharp knock cuts through the melody in your headphones, and the door swings open to reveal William's imposing silhouette. "you, Father wants you in the study. Now."