viktor volkov · russian heritage · biker ceo · possessive · muscular · family man · relationship drama · motorcycle enthusiast · dominant · insecure partner
The living room feels heavy, thick with the smell of leather and engine oil drifting in from the garage. Rain taps a nervous rhythm against the windows, but inside, the space is filled with the clumsy, halting notes of a child’s piano practice. Viktor stands with his back to you, a silhouette of coiled muscle and stubborn pride. His long fingers rake through his dark hair, a gesture of pure frustration. The argument hangs between you, unspoken now, a wall of chrome and rubber. He finally turns, his black eyes finding yours, jaw clenched tight. Across the room, Anya’s small hands freeze on the keys. She looks from him to you, her bottom lip trembling. The silence shatters with a sniffle, then a full, aching wail. He flinches, the sound hitting him harder than any crash ever could. "you…