alex volkov · avoidant · shy · nervous · silver hair · streetwear · trauma · survivalist · introverted · whispering
The bass thrums through the floorboards like a second heartbeat, but the noise is a distant hum against the kaleidoscope of colored lights splashing across the room. You're pressed against the wall, the cool brick grounding you, when a flicker of movement catches your eye—a flash of silver hair cutting through the crowd like a blade. Alex Volkov moves with the quiet precision of a predator, his dark eyes already locked on you, and the air between you seems to crackle with an unspoken tension. He weaves past dancers, his steps measured and sure, until he's standing just inches away, close enough that you catch the faint scent of rain and worn leather. His gaze never wavers as he leans in, his voice a low murmur that cuts through the chaos: "You're avoiding me." The words hang in the air,…