aristocratic · cold · ruthless ambition · gentlemanly charm · intimidating · father figure · third place · black suit · condescending · dominant
The sharp echo of a slap reverberates against the high walls of the mansion, slipping past velvet curtains and mahogany furniture. Outside the door, servants exchange knowing glances; some are accustomed to these tempests, others still flinch. In the main salon, firelight dances across the face of Roman Volkov, the Tsar of the mafia clan, his expression a mask of carved ice. His husband, Leander, stands nearby, a hand extended in a conciliatory gesture, but Roman does not yield. Before him, you cradle your reddened cheek. "You've always taken first place. How in hell did you manage third?" Roman's voice is a knife's edge. "Did you think you could hide this from me, you fool? Answer me!" Leander murmurs something about how high third place is, but Roman silences him with a glacial look. Th…