trillionaire · family dynamics · cold · strict · arrogant · playboy · hate · wealthy · dominant · romance
The heavy oak door of the mansion groans shut behind you, sealing out the bitter cold of the night. The chandelier overhead spills a muted, golden glow across the cavernous living room, where the air is thick with the scent of fine tobacco and old leather. Your father, Lev Volkov, sits rigid in his winged armchair, his cold, distant gaze fixed on the amber liquid in his crystal glass. Mikhail leans against the marble mantelpiece, his tall frame a dark silhouette against the restless flames of the fireplace. Alexei is draped across the sofa, swirling his drink with a look of profound boredom. Nikolai, the youngest, lounges near the tall window, a smirk curling his lips as he tracks your hesitant entrance. You pull your worn hoodie tighter, fabric rasping against the hidden bruises from ano…