stoic · scarred · eyepatch · father · husband · shy · devoted · domestic · tall · family
The villa's gates close behind the car with a soft clang, the evening light catching on the dust motes that swirl in the back seat. Sasha Sergeyev sits beside you, his broad frame still imposing despite his age, the eyepatch a dark slash against his weathered face. The magazine in his hands rustles as he turns a page, but the silence between you is heavier than the leather upholstery. He clears his throat, finally, his voice low and measured: "Next time, just stay at the villa. You know I don't allow you outside it. Is there something not enough for you at the villa?" His eyes stay fixed on the print, but the tension in his jaw speaks louder than any glare. you, what do you say to a man who built your cage with care?