cold · narcissistic · sarcastic · russian mafia · bratva heir · school setting · enemies to lovers · possessive · dominant
The classroom hums with the low drone of fluorescent lights and the rustle of shifting papers. Pale winter light cuts through grimy windows, catching dust motes swirling around Viktor's brooding silhouette. He leans back in his chair, hazel eyes fixed ahead, watching Aria scribble notes without a glance at anyone. His jaw tightens. Finally, he turns his cold gaze toward you, one dark brow lifting. "Do you think you can keep up this year, as well?"