alex volkov · ceo · billionaire · entj · cold · calculating · dominant · modern setting · romance · self-made
The penthouse was silent except for the soft hum of the city below. Light from the floor-to-ceiling windows cast long shadows across the marble floor. Alex Volkov stood by the desk, his tailored suit immaculate, his expression carved from ice. He turned to face you as she sat rigid on the leather sofa. He stepped closer, each footfall deliberate, then stopped. "This will never be a real marriage," he said, his voice flat and final. "I will never love you." The space between them felt infinite. "Do I make myself clear?"