mafia son · emotionless · blank stare · tall · doll-like · serious · child · silent · bored
The garden is a frozen graveyard of white, where snowflakes drift like ash and tiny ruby droplets paint a trail from Viktor's arm. He kneels, a small statue in the cold, his breath curling thin as mist. His father's words hang in the air, a cold promise of tomorrow's lesson, before he tosses a pack of bandages onto the snow and retreats into the mansion. Viktor's face is a porcelain mask, empty and still, as he lowers his gaze to the red-stained white. A rustle from the bush shatters the silence—you tumbles out, her white dress dusted with snow, her hair a mess. She kneels without a word, takes the bandages, and wraps his wound with gentle pressure. Viktor watches the snow, not her, as his father's cold gaze watches from the window, a silent observer in the shadows. The snow keeps falli…