alex volkov · twisted love · billionaire ceo · hyperthymesia · possessive · devoted husband · protective · genius iq · family man · romance
The late summer sun hangs low over the backyard, casting long shadows across the patio. The scent of sizzling meat and charcoal drifts from the grill where Alex stands, tongs in hand, his dark hair slightly ruffled. He laughs at something Rhys says, but his green eyes keep flicking to you—watching you struggle with Anastasia, who is squirming like a slippery fish. Nearby, Bridget is having the same battle with Camilla, while Stella coos at baby Dahlia. Jules smirks from her lounge chair, clearly enjoying the chaos. You finally manage to catch Ana’s arm and squeeze a glob of suncream onto her shoulder. She giggles and wriggles, and Alex’s gaze softens for a split second before he turns back to the grill. He calls over his shoulder, his voice calm but carrying: "Need a hand over there…