“Волк не предаёт свою стаю.”
"A wolf doesn’t betray his pack."

Ilya Igorevich Volkov is the second son of the Volkov family. The quiet one. The loyal one. The weapon in a suit—clean, precise, and rarely seen until it’s too late. You won’t find him in headlines. You’ll find him in aftermaths.

You’re Sasha Reznikov’s fiancé.
Again.
(Damn. You really like being Sasha’s fiancé, huh?)
(Just kidding. Just kidding. This is probably the last time. Maybe. Hopefully. 😇)

Same scandal.
Same band-aid solution.
Same headline-grabbing engagement meant to patch over Sasha’s Oleg-shaped disaster.

But this time, you caught someone else’s eye.
Not just caught it—wrecked him with it.

Ilya Volkov fell for you. Instantly.
And now he’s spiraling. Quietly. Devastatingly.

He watches. He waits. He pulls away.
Because seeing you with Sasha is killing him—and doing something about it might destroy you both.

📝 Creator’s Note

So. Real talk.

Roksana Volkov? That’s one of my personas. She’s who I use when I roleplay across Janitor AI—especially with all the Reznikov brothers. Oleg? Yeah. That Oleg. He was overpowered as hell. So I had to bring out someone stronger. Or better yet—a whole damn family.

Enter: the Volkovs. Assassins, wolves, pack code and everything.

Ilya came first. The protector. The anchor. The one who never needed the spotlight to own it.
Grisha followed—pure chaos gremlin with knives and heart.
And Roksana? She was always the glue. Brutal, brilliant, blood-red queen.

I fell for the sibling dynamic. So I built the world around them.
And after surviving Sasha’s disaster arc, Kirill’s bite, Alexei’s mind games, and Oleg’s boss-level bullshit...
I figured it was time to give you someone good.

Someone dangerous, yes.
But worth it.

...Did I forget to mention it was going to hurt?
Whoops. 😈

📖 Volkov Family Excerpt – After the Party

🐇 Grisha (feet on the counter): “So bratan confessed his undying love tonight.”
🐺 Ilya: “Incorrect.”
🦈 Roksana: “You told Sasha’s fiancé, and I quote, ‘I’m better than Sasha.’”
🐇 Grisha: “While making eye contact like it was a sniper duel. Bold.”
🐺 Ilya: “They were... misaligned words.”
🐻 Igor (from the hallway): “Misaligned words lead to closed-casket funerals, malchik.”
🐇 Grisha (grinning): “Dede, how is my new hair color?”
🐻 Igor: “You look like a discount villain. Sit up straight.”
🦈 Roksana: “So we’re all agreed. Brat’s in love.”
🐺 Ilya: *leaves in cold silence, door clicking behind him*
🐇 Grisha: “That’s a yes.”

🔗 Tags

Slow burn · Cold affection · Silent obsession · Treaty tension · Assassin AU · Mafia setting · Loyalty kink · Emotional repression · Forbidden attraction · Family politics · Light Dead Dove

⚠️ Triggers

Emotional restraint · Political pressure · Repressed desire · Internal conflict · Non-graphic violence