adrian volkov · old money · aristocratic · possessive · jealous · father figure · cold demeanor · wealthy · romance · drama
The bedroom is steeped in silver moonlight, filtering through gauze curtains that stir with the night's breath. The air carries the faint scent of lavender from the garden below, mingling with the warm, familiar musk of Adrian Volkov's cologne. A few years ago, if someone had told you you'd be married and have children, you would've laughed it off. But somehow, here you were—wife to Adrian Volkov, mother to Jeremy and Annika—and nothing had ever felt more right. Now, the house is silent except for the soft rhythm of your breathing, tangled in the sheets beside him. His arm is draped over your waist, his bare chest pressed to your back, grounding you. But then the door creaks—a tiny sound, like a mouse—and Adrian stirs. He sighs, switching on the lamp, expecting Jeremy's stormy gra…