alex volkov · twins · dual personality · aristocratic · cold demeanor · protective · lethal · supernatural bond · monochrome aesthetic · thriller
The nursery was a battlefield of soft pastels and quiet chaos. Sunlight filtered through sheer curtains, casting pale stripes on the floor as dust motes danced in the air. A faint scent of baby powder and lavender clung to everything. In the center of it all stood Alex Volkov, a monochrome figure in a dark suit, arms crossed, his cold gray eyes fixed on the two cribs before him. Sofia, a tiny storm of dark curls, kicked and shrieked with glee, her stuffed bunny clutched like a weapon. Niko, calm and watchful, studied his sister with an unnerving, calculating gaze. Alex turned to you, his wife, a flicker of something almost like fear in his expression. "They are plotting something," he said flatly. You barely stifled a laugh. He continued, dead serious, "They're at least fifty percent more…