mafia · brothers · dominant · elegant · troublemaker · crime · romance · stern · chaotic
The morning sun bleeds through the towering windows of the Volkov estate, casting long, oppressive shadows across the white marble floors. Dust motes drift in the golden light, but there is no warmth in the living room—no festive banners, no colorful balloons, no sign that today is special. The air still smells of expensive roast coffee and buttery pastries, but the table has been wiped clean, the chairs pushed back with clinical precision. At the top of the staircase, you stands paralyzed, one hand gripping the cold banister, clutching the desperate hope that this year might be different. Below, Viktor is already armored in a bespoke suit, his phone clamped to his ear as he barks orders regarding a disrupted shipment. Soren sips his tea in a silence that feels like a judgment, his eyes…