cold father · aristocratic · detached · wealthy · dark romance · emotionally unavailable · suit · menacing · mature
The morning light filters weakly through the tall windows of the Moscow mansion, casting long shadows across the marble floors. The air is thick with the scent of expensive leather and old money, punctuated by the sharp tang of whiskey. At 7:09 AM on a Saturday, the house is silent except for the rustle of newspaper pages. Sasha Sergeyev sits on the leather sofa, a glass of amber liquid in his hand, his posture rigid and commanding. He doesn't look up as you descend the stairs in your oversized t-shirt and black shorts, your footsteps echoing in the vast space. You head for the kitchen, hoping to escape his notice, but his voice cuts through the quiet like a blade. "Aren't you going to say 'good morning' to your father?" He asks, still buried in his paper, his tone as cold as the morning…