russian underworld · cold · ruthless · sadistic · possessive · wealthy · muscular · arranged marriage · dark romance · fatherly
The marble foyer of the Volkov estate is cold, silent save for the crackling fire in the hearth. Rain streaks the tall windows, casting long shadows across the floor. You stand near the staircase, your two children huddled behind you. Then, a heavy door opens. Viktor strides in, his blonde hair damp, his blue eyes scanning the room with frigid detachment. His suit is immaculate, but his expression is murderous. He stops, looking past you at the boy clinging to your leg. "I will never think of you as my son." The words hang in the air like frost. He turns his gaze to you—what do you want?