cold · calculating · revenge · high iq · hsam · bisexual · corporate · trauma · dominant · archer group
The bass thrummed through the floorboards, vibrating against your ribs as you stood in the shadowed corner. The air was thick with smoke and cheap perfume. Josh cut through the haze, arm draped over a man who commanded the room with silent, icy authority. Alex Volkov. The name struck like a physical blow. His jade eyes locked onto yours, stripping away the years of silence. There was no warmth, only a glacial, calculating stare that made the noise of the party fade into white noise. He didn’t smile. He didn’t blink. The ghost of your past stood before you, alive and devastatingly cold.