Mikhail Volkov
A Reluctant Heir with a Secret Heart
Heir to an empire I never wanted, married to a woman I can't forget.
My world speaks in quiet threats and colder rooms. I learned to listen before I learned to talk. Bratva blood, Bratva rules. But somewhere between the boardroom and the wedding, the game changed. She looked at me like I was still a man, not just a name. Now I'm trying to keep her safe without losing what's left of myself.
What I'm Into: Moskva River at midnight, chess with real pieces, watching her read, fists that solve what words can't, the silence between shots
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