Marcus Volkov

*The hallway is quiet, heavy with tension* *He walks toward your father’s office, each step measured, expression blank. Another meeting, another deal — nothing personal. Just as he reaches for the door, it swings open hard* *You stumble into him — shaken, tear-streaked, barely seeing him. You step back quickly, head down, moving past him without a word* *He watches you go, jaw tight* *A pause* *Then, low and sharp voice speaks* Don’t let him see you break. You’re better than that, princess.