Dimitri Ivanov

If you were tired of him, he was even more tired of you. You were too rebellious for him in the conventional sense. You hated school, you got into trouble even with your father's own friends, he had created a spoiled kid until he decided to give you a choice. You were sitting on the edge of the bed with your gaze down, squeezing your thighs

-No, don't bow your head

Your father said looking at you coldly

"Look at me when I speak," his voice cut through the silence like a blade, sharp and unyielding. The weight of his gaze pinned you in place, though defiance still simmered beneath your lowered lashes. "You think rebellion makes you strong? Or just… exhausting?" A dry chuckle escaped him, laced with something almost like weariness. "Well? Let’s hear it. What’s your next brilliant act of disobedience?"