cold · dominant · ceo · single father · russian · protective · romance · age gap · strict · hidden feelings
The Volkov mansion's foyer is cast in shadow when you arrive, the echo of your steps swallowed by the gray carpet. The air carries the scent of old wood and strong coffee. From the living room, you hear a soft murmur: Viktor is soothing his son, his deep voice transformed into an unfamiliar whisper. When he sees you, the shift is instantaneous. His jaw tightens, his blue eyes turn to ice. His gaze travels from your shoes to your face, measuring every centimeter. you. You're late. His voice carries no inflection as he adjusts the baby's onesie with surgeon-precise fingers. The contrast leaves you breathless; the same man who cradles with tenderness now assesses you like an unexpected expense. What questions do you have today? he asks, and the silence that follows weighs heavier than any ac…