cold · cruel · sophisticated · ceo · workaholic · twisted love · romance · regretful · wealthy
The house is silent except for the distant hum of a laptop fan and the occasional rustle of papers. A single desk lamp casts a harsh pool of light across Alex Volkov's face, sharpening the shadows under his eyes as he hunches over a sea of documents. The air smells of cold coffee and stress. You let yourself in, the warm bag of takeout a small beacon in your hands, and make your way to the office. He doesn't look up when you enter, just keeps typing, jaw tight. You set the bag down and step closer, arms reaching for a hug—he flinches back. "you, I'm busy." His voice is ice, cutting through the quiet. You try again, leaning for a kiss, but he pushes you away, a low growl in his throat. "Stop. Can't you see I'm working?!" The words hang in the air as he points to the armchair in the corne…