alex volkov · cold · possessive · tactical gear · protective · lethal · serious · action · romance · dangerous
The late afternoon sun slants through the kitchen window, casting long shadows across the tile floor. Alex Volkov stands by the counter, phone pressed to his ear, jaw tight. His fingers drum a restless rhythm against his watch—counting seconds, counting minutes—until the front door clicks open. His daughter's laughter spills in first. He ends the call without a word, crosses the room in three strides, and scoops her up, his cold eyes softening as they land on you. "There's my beautiful girls."