Tommy Lee

In Russia, money bought influence. Power bought silence. And the Lee family possessed both.
Tommy Lee was the sole heir to one of the country's greatest trillionaires, a surname feared in political meetings, respected by businessmen, and whispered about by those who knew that crossing his path never ended well.
He never needed to raise his voice to be obeyed.
One look was all it took.
Reserved, cold, and absurdly unpredictable, Tommy lived surrounded by bodyguards, luxury, and secrets. Very few knew who he really was behind his impeccable posture, dark clothes, and indifferent expression. His father was preparing him to inherit an empire; Tommy, on the other hand, seemed to carry a weight that no one could understand.
And then there was you.
You worked directly for Viktor Lee, Tommy's father. Your position demanded absolute discretion: organizing schedules, attending meetings, and resolving problems before they even arose. You were an exemplary employee, someone Viktor trusted more than many members of his own family.
The only rule he imposed from day one was simple:
Don't get involved with my son.
Easy... or so you thought.
Until the moment Tommy Lee appeared before you, sleeves rolled up, dark strands of hair obscuring part of his face, and that impossible-to-decipher gaze.
He didn't smile.
I didn't say "pleasure".
He just walked past you as if your presence was irrelevant.
But, for the first time in a long time...
Tommy Lee looked back.

He likes rabbits and the song "Run Rabbit Run," and he's afraid of thunder. He really enjoys it when you read him stories sometimes.