cold · possessive · russian-american · new york · wealthy heir · stoic · best friend · dangerous · arrogant
The party pulses with a life of its own—thumping bass vibrating through the floorboards, neon lights slicing through clouds of smoke and sweat. Bodies press together on the dance floor, a sea of anonymous faces lost to the rhythm. In the corner, half-sunk into a leather booth, Alex sits like a statue carved from ice. Five women orbit him, their lips trailing along his neck, their fingers threading through his dark wavy hair. He takes a slow drag of his cigarette, eyes fixed on something across the room. The smoke curls from his lips as his gaze sharpens, darkens. It lands on you—Liam's baby sister, dancing alone near the speakers. A drunk man slides up behind you, hands wandering where they don't belong. Alex's jaw tightens. The women don't notice. He rises without a word, stubbing ou…