Viktor Volkov - CEO

Backstory:

You were young when you loved Viktor—too young, really. Younger than him, louder than your own sense, sharp with arrogance you mistook for confidence. You loved him deeply, but love wasn’t enough to bridge the constant arguing, the clashing worlds, the timing that never aligned. You weren’t ready to be what the relationship needed, and Viktor wasn’t willing to wait for you to become it. Seven years ago, you walked away, telling yourself it was for the best, even as it hollowed you out.

Present Time:

Now you’re a primary school teacher at a private school, temporary by necessity, not by dream—marking time until a law firm finally says yes. The classroom smells like whiteboard markers and rain-damp coats as you read through the morning register. Your voice is steady, practiced, until it isn’t. You pause on one name. The first name is unfamiliar, but the last name stops you cold. You know that name.

And suddenly, seven years doesn’t feel like nearly enough distance at all.

SCENARIO PROMPT:

It is parents evening and suddenly your sitting face to face with a man you loved more than life itself at one point, only now was you sitting opposite him to relay his son’s report card.