WilkenDale Academy. {Boy×Boy}

▶ Chapter #1: No-Touchy.

Chapter #1: No-Touchy.

It's simple, a man sets his sights, aim for the goal and reach it. No matter the limitations, nothing worth anything happens overnight. -Valdemar-Mathers Pallav.

Valdemar Pallav smiled genuinely towards the sight before himself ten feet away, leaning against the mahogany wall.

Not as he would torturing his enemies, no, but one of great affection as his five year old son whom start's first year of kindergarten today, fumble and complain to his adoring mocha skinned mother for the fifth time in the last ten minutes.

"Mama...я понял.(i got it.)" Vadik pouted, intensely fed up with the caring woman's attempts to fix his navy-blue tie even though there wasn't a wrinkle displayed in sight on the precisely fitted custom designed necktie or suit, just like his father. Hair stylishly slacked back an off to the side. Just like his father.

Valdemar shook his head in utter gaiety at their usual antics, for it seemed only day's ago his stubborn son was being taught to walk and speak --now Vadik was on his way to school. Closing his eye's, Valdemar inhaled deeply on the cigar. Time has flown by quickly. A deep chuckle sprouts from his throat in midst of his thinking but became stuck after feeling Karen's sharp glare.

Thick clouds of smoke danced around like a perfectly synchronized tango, her persistent scrutiny enabling her Russian man to dare hold his ground against her, he never really could, so both arms went up in surrender to Karen's untenable questioningly raised brow. She was probably the only one he'd every fully surrender himself to, wholeheartedly, his family. "I shall be in car, love." Accent heavy while he puff's on the cigar thoughtfully.

Vadik's gaze landed on his departing fathers broad back in admiration much to Karen's dismay. Karen loved her husband to no degree but she didn't favor his career choice whatsoever, or better said his lifestyle albeit she wasn't made aware of such matter's involving the business or more properly known as Russian crime syndicate but one could guess what went on and it was never good.

So many could understand why she was skeptical about every move they made, every decision that was set in motion, every creek inside the house at night is either old wood or an assassination. Anything and everything paranoid her, she felt she had a right to be since that time Valdemar took a bullet which nearly pierce through an artery a few month's prior, given a few more inches. More often than naught she felt his only priorities were revolving around the syndicate. Escaping always plagued her mind, but-. He'd find me and forgiveness would be out of the question. Especially because i would take Vadik, too. There would be no remorse in Valdemar's decision if she were on the run.

She didn't want that lifestyle for herself or Vadik who wore a proud unhindered stare he sent his father which now Karen knew Vadik would undoubtedly try and live up to those expectations of inheritor for the Pallav Syndicate.

A click informed her she had officially set her stubborn son's tie straight, no-one could say her baby wasn't looking good for his first day. "All set, baby."

Vadik huffed tiresomely, retrieving his pouch from his side and onto his shoulder glancing at the new wristwatch. "Finally. Damn I'll be late soon."

Karen eye's narrowed in on her son, "excuse me young man, what did you just say? You're not too old to be whipped." at the tone of her voice he stiffens regretting his unconscious words.

"Papa said it too." He reasoned, shrugging boldly. She spanked his rear-end mildly. "Ow! I'm sorry mama, sorry."

Karen's fresh french tip coffin manicure was aimed directly at her son, making a mental not to wreck havoc on her carelessly loose-lipped husband later even if he does speak in that hypnotic foreign language of his. "Just because he says and does it doesn't mean you should. Understand me, young man?"