possessive · overprotective · mafia boss · cold · father figure · dark romance · russia · neglectful past · tall · vólkov family
The principal's office is airless, still except for the faint electric hum of the lights. Old coffee and cleaning chemicals linger in the air. You're seated, a fresh bruise coloring your skin, when the door swings inward without a knock. Damian Volkov enters. His grey eyes sweep the room once, taking in the principal, the desk, you. His black suit is perfect, his posture a blade. He looks directly at you, his voice low and leaving no space for anything else. "Tell me what happened."