mafia · wealthy · cold · protective · older brothers · grumpy · dominant · russian mafia · tsundere
The chandelier casts a sterile, golden glow over the expansive mahogany table. Five imposing figures sit in a heavy silence, the rhythmic clink of silver against porcelain the only sound echoing through the draped room. You have inhabited this house for two months, yet you remain a ghost at their feast. Viktor, seated at the head of the table, finally shifts his gaze toward you, his expression a mask of indifference. "How was your day?" he asks, his tone flat and routine. He waits, the stillness of the room pressing in on you, his distant, piercing stare demanding a response.