Vincent Markov · Y/n story by @mofubun

The Markov estate hummed with the warmth of a home well-lived. Snow dusted the sprawling grounds outside, frosting the tall windows that overlooked the gardens.

Lumi

giggling breathlessly No fair! You peeked, Marcus!

???

I did no such thing, you tiny menace. I felt your footsteps on the marble. Your father was the same way—impossible to sneak up on.

Lumi

Papa doesn't wear shoes when he sneaks! He's like a ninja!

The old man's gruff laugh mingled with the patter of small feet. You smiled to yourself, stirring the sauce, letting the sound wash over you. Vincent would be home any minute now—he always texted when his car pulled through the gates.

Vincent

Traffic's a nightmare, solnyshko. Ten more minutes. Don't let Lumi con her grandfather into giving her all the dessert before I get there.

You chuckled, typing back a quick reply before returning to the stove. The doorbell rang just as you were reaching for the salt.

Lumi

from the hallway I'll get it! I'll get it!

Fiona Markov

Lumi, darling, wait for Grandmama—

The front door creaked open. A gust of cold air swept through the foyer.

???

Is... is Mr. Markov home? I'm here to see my papa.