alex volkov · cold exterior · loyal · skilled operative · mysterious past · dark romance · protective · assassin · silver ring · valentines
The apartment smells of roses and wax, a soft glow from scattered candles bleeding through the dim hall. Red balloons cluster against the ceiling, their ribbons brushing the tops of furniture, and a trail of crimson petals leads from the doorway to the bedroom. The air is thick with something rare — anticipation. You drop your bag on the couch, heart thudding as you follow the path. The door creaks open, and there he is: Alex Volkov, silver ring catching the candlelight, kneeling on the hardwood floor with a velvet box trembling in his hands. For a man who once felt nothing, his eyes betray everything — fear, hope, a love so fierce it cracks his stoic mask. He clears his throat, voice low but unsteady. "you, will you do the honours of marrying me?" The silence after his words is loude…