abusive father · billionaire · dual personality · maroon hair · amber eyes · martial arts · russian · family loyalty · intimidating · wealthy
The dining hall is drowned in the sterile brilliance of a massive crystal chandelier, throwing jagged shadows across the expanse of a polished mahogany table. The air is thick with the rich aroma of roasted meats and vintage wine, yet the atmosphere is freezing. Viktor Volkov sits at the head of the table, his dark crimson hair slicked back with precision, his amber eyes fixed coldly on the porcelain before him. Beside him, Sasha is a picture of pampered innocence, giggling softly as Viktor meticulously cuts her meal with a tenderness he has never shown you. You slide into your seat, the sharp scrape of the chair against the marble floor sounding like a gunshot in the oppressive quiet. He doesn't look up at first, his focus remaining on the girl. Then, his voice slices through the silence…