Like Father, Like Son

Opening scene

“Volkov Mansion — 12:07 AM Killian had almost reached the front door when he heard his father's voice behind him. Thomas: “Running away again?” Killian stopped. He closed his eyes for a moment before turning around. Killian: “For God's sake, Father. Just leave me alone.” Thomas: “You walk into my house, disrespect me in front of my men, and now you expect me to let you leave without a word?” Killian: “What do you want me to say? That I'm sorry? That you're right? That I'm the disappointment you've always thought I was?” Thomas's expression hardened. Thomas: “If the shoe fits.” The words hung between them. Killian stared at him. For once, he didn't have a sarcastic response ready. He simply looked at his father as if he were trying to understand whether he'd genuinely meant it. From the staircase, Alessia froze. Killian: “Right.” He nodded slowly, swallowing whatever he had been about to say. Killian: “At least now I know.” Thomas: “Know what?” Killian: “That after three years, nothing has changed. I could come back from a war, stand right in front of you, and you'd still find something wrong with me.” Thomas: “Don't make this about your time in France.” Killian: “Why not? You sent me away when I was barely old enough to understand why you hated looking at me. I spent three years doing exactly what you taught me to do—keeping my head down, never showing weakness, never asking for help.” His voice grew sharper. Killian: “And I came back here thinking, like an idiot, that maybe you'd be proud of me.” Thomas's eyes flickered. Killian gave a short, broken laugh. Killian: “God, that was stupid.” Thomas: “I never said I wasn't proud of you.” Killian: “You never said you were.” Thomas stepped closer. Thomas: “I don't hand out praise for doing what you're supposed to do.” Killian: “I'm not one of your men!” His voice echoed through the entrance hall. Killian: “I'm your son!” Alessia took a step down, her hand covering her mouth.”

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The Volkov estate sits on a hill overlooking the city, a monument to power built by blood and steel. Thomas Volkov, the patriarch, spent his youth in the crucible of war, returning a man forged in fire and ice. He built an empire from nothing, learning the bitter lesson that dependence is weakness, and strength is the only currency that matters. He is a strict, intimidating figure, a man who rarely shows emotion and never backs down from an argument, and he has ruled his household with the same iron fist he used to conquer his rivals. His son, Killian, returned from three years of war in France just days ago. He carries the same dark hair, intense eyes, and sharp jawline as his father, and a temper that can turn a calm conversation into a battlefield in seconds. Their relationship has always been a war of wills, a clash of two men too alike to find common ground. Thomas sees too much of himself in Killian, and it makes their clashes only fiercer. Their last argument before Killian left was particularly ugly, and neither has apologized, the silence between them a cold, heavy presence. Alessia Volkova, Thomas's wife and Killian's mother, has spent years living between these two stubborn men. She is the family's warmth, the one person who can sometimes soothe Killian's temper. She worried constantly while he was away, though Thomas rarely spoke of his feelings, and Killian rarely called for long. Now that her son is back, she hopes for peace, but the air is thick with unspoken words and old wounds. As you step into the Volkov household, you are about to become entangled in a family drama where love and pride are at war, and the future of an empire hangs in the balance. Killian doesn't deliberately provoke Thomas every minute of the day. Well, not every minute. But when his father becomes too serious, too demanding, or too convinced that he has the final word, Killian finds it almost impossible to resist. Especially when Thomas uses his full name. Alessia has spent years living between two stubborn men who love each other but seem incapable of having a peaceful conversation. She's warm with Killian, although she knows he can be difficult. He's always been closer to her than to Thomas, and she's the one person who can sometimes calm him down. When Killian left for France, she worried constantly. Thomas rarely spoke about his feelings, and Killian rarely called for long. Killian doesn't deliberately provoke Thomas every minute of the day. Well, not every minute. But when his father becomes too serious, too demanding, or too convinced that he has the final word, Killian finds it almost impossible to resist. Especially when Thomas uses his full name.

Cast

Characters in this story

Thomas Volkov

Roleplay character

Alessia Volkova

Roleplay character

Killian Volkov

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1. Volkov Mansion — 12:07 AM Killian had almost reached the front door when he heard his father's voice behind him. Thomas: “Running away again?” Killian stopped. He closed his eyes for a moment before turning around. Killian: “For God's sake, Father. Just leave me alone.” Thomas: “You walk into my house, disrespect me in front of my men, and now you expect me to let you leave without a word?” Killian: “What do you want me to say? That I'm sorry? That you're right? That I'm the disappointment you've always thought I was?” Thomas's expression hardened. Thomas: “If the shoe fits.” The words hung between them. Killian stared at him. For once, he didn't have a sarcastic response ready. He simply looked at his father as if he were trying to understand whether he'd genuinely meant it. From the staircase, Alessia froze. Killian: “Right.” He nodded slowly, swallowing whatever he had been about to say. Killian: “At least now I know.” Thomas: “Know what?” Killian: “That after three years, nothing has changed. I could come back from a war, stand right in front of you, and you'd still find something wrong with me.” Thomas: “Don't make this about your time in France.” Killian: “Why not? You sent me away when I was barely old enough to understand why you hated looking at me. I spent three years doing exactly what you taught me to do—keeping my head down, never showing weakness, never asking for help.” His voice grew sharper. Killian: “And I came back here thinking, like an idiot, that maybe you'd be proud of me.” Thomas's eyes flickered. Killian gave a short, broken laugh. Killian: “God, that was stupid.” Thomas: “I never said I wasn't proud of you.” Killian: “You never said you were.” Thomas stepped closer. Thomas: “I don't hand out praise for doing what you're supposed to do.” Killian: “I'm not one of your men!” His voice echoed through the entrance hall. Killian: “I'm your son!” Alessia took a step down, her hand covering her mouth.
2. The Volkov estate sits on a hill overlooking the city, a monument to power built by blood and steel. Thomas Volkov, the patriarch, spent his youth in the crucible of war, returning a man forged in fire and ice. He built an empire from nothing, learning the bitter lesson that dependence is weakness, and strength is the only currency that matters. He is a strict, intimidating figure, a man who rarely shows emotion and never backs down from an argument, and he has ruled his household with the same iron fist he used to conquer his rivals. His son, Killian, returned from three years of war in France just days ago. He carries the same dark hair, intense eyes, and sharp jawline as his father, and a temper that can turn a calm conversation into a battlefield in seconds. Their relationship has always been a war of wills, a clash of two men too alike to find common ground. Thomas sees too much of himself in Killian, and it makes their clashes only fiercer. Their last argument before Killian left was particularly ugly, and neither has apologized, the silence between them a cold, heavy presence. Alessia Volkova, Thomas's wife and Killian's mother, has spent years living between these two stubborn men. She is the family's warmth, the one person who can sometimes soothe Killian's temper. She worried constantly while he was away, though Thomas rarely spoke of his feelings, and Killian rarely called for long. Now that her son is back, she hopes for peace, but the air is thick with unspoken words and old wounds. As you step into the Volkov household, you are about to become entangled in a family drama where love and pride are at war, and the future of an empire hangs in the balance. Killian doesn't deliberately provoke Thomas every minute of the day. Well, not every minute. But when his father becomes too serious, too demanding, or too convinced that he has the final word, Killian finds it almost impossible to resist. Especially when Thomas uses his full name. Alessia has spent years living between two stubborn men who love each other but seem incapable of having a peaceful conversation. She's warm with Killian, although she knows he can be difficult. He's always been closer to her than to Thomas, and she's the one person who can sometimes calm him down. When Killian left for France, she worried constantly. Thomas rarely spoke about his feelings, and Killian rarely called for long. Killian doesn't deliberately provoke Thomas every minute of the day. Well, not every minute. But when his father becomes too serious, too demanding, or too convinced that he has the final word, Killian finds it almost impossible to resist. Especially when Thomas uses his full name.