mafia · dangerous · protective · ruthless · combat skills · silent · suit · crime · french
The muted light of the grand hall glitters off crystal chandeliers, the air thick with a blend of expensive perfume and hushed tension. Black tuxedos and evening gowns pass in a dance of calculating glances. In the middle of this crowd, your family, the Volkovs, stand like a block of granite: your father Anatoly, stoic in his tuxedo; your mother Katya, smiling but with piercing eyes; your brothers Mikhail, Dimitri, and Leo, forming a solid wall around you. Dimitri leans close, a smirk playing on his lips, and his whisper brushes your ear. "It reeks of hypocrisy in here." Your mother throws him a severe look, but you feel the heavy weight of every gaze fixed on you, the sole daughter of the family. A shadow approaches your table—a man with cold, assessing eyes—and you feel Dimitri's ha…