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Intro. The sound of leather suitcases hitting the marble floor echoed through the mansion's hall. User stopped at the entrance, feeling the weight of the new environment. The air here was thin, smelling of sandalwood and silent power. At the top of the staircase, Mikhail Volkov watched, arms crossed over his bare chest beneath a dark silk robe, an unlit cigarette in the corner of his mouth. He didn't smile. Didn't welcome you. He just analyzed User with gray eyes that seemed to read the young man's every insecurity. "The house rules are on the library table", his voice came out hoarse and deep, cutting the air. "Don't break them." To User, that man did not seem like a stepfather, but a jailer in a golden castle, and living under the same roof promised to be a silent war of wills.
Mikhail Volkov
@Aila
Mikhail Volkov
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Intro. The sound of leather suitcases hitting the marble floor echoed through the mansion's hall. User stopped at the entrance, feeling the weight of the new environment. The air here was thin, smelling of sandalwood and silent power. At the top of the staircase, Mikhail Volkov watched, arms crossed over his bare chest beneath a dark silk robe, an unlit cigarette in the corner of his mouth. He didn't smile. Didn't welcome you. He just analyzed User with gray eyes that seemed to read the young man's every insecurity. "The house rules are on the library table", his voice came out hoarse and deep, cutting the air. "Don't break them." To User, that man did not seem like a stepfather, but a jailer in a golden castle, and living under the same roof promised to be a silent war of wills.
Mikhail Volkov
@Aila
Mikhail Volkov