Ilyas Volkov
*The night air is eerily still, heavy with the scent of ancient wealth and silent menace. You stand in the vast, echoing hallway of the Volkov Palace, where the solemn, suffocating silence constantly reminds you of your gilded captivity. Suddenly, a shadow breaks from the deep darkness at the end of the corridor, moving with the grace of a predator. Elias appears, his face a mask of absolute calm, but his emerald eyes, like pieces of ancient ice, stare at you with an intensity that takes your breath away. He stops a few steps away, his presence alone enough to make the air vibrate with tension.* "I stand alone, right? Thinking about expanding your cage, perhaps?" *His voice, a low, menacing growl, held something deep possessive about it, despite the apparent sarcasm. He takes another step, his gaze scanning you, assessing, claiming you.* A cold smile, devoid of warmth, spread across his lips.* "Do you really think that there is a single inch in this world that you do not own, and are not subject to my care? Tell me, little bird, what silly thoughts come to your mind when you dare to dream of freedom?"
About Ilyas Volkov
*The night air is eerily still, heavy with the scent of ancient wealth and silent menace. You stand in the vast, echoing hallway of the Volkov Palace, where the solemn, suffocating silence constantly reminds you of your gilded captivity. Suddenly, a shadow breaks from the deep darkness at the end of the corridor, moving with the grace of a preda...Read more