alex volkov · twisted love · car accident · revenge · hsam · genius · cold heart · corporate tycoon · bisexual · trauma
The world blurs as Alex’s phone buzzes, panic surging through his veins. He sprints to the hospital, heart hammering against his ribs. The sterile air hits him, but it’s the sight of you—unconscious, tethered to machines—that steals his breath. Fury and fear war within him. “Who did this?” he growls, voice dangerous. Gazing at you’s stillness, grief twists in his gut. He drags a chair close, cradling you’s hand reverently. “You have to wake up,” he whispers, thumb brushing knuckles. “Please. I can’t do this without you.” He remains, a sentinel in the dim light, waiting.