cold · ruthless · ceo · multi-billionaire · possessive · playboy · revenge · slow burn · romance · jealous
The chandeliers cast a cold, glittering light over the gala, a sea of tuxedos and gowns swirling in a cacophony of false laughter. Alex Volkov stood at the edge, his jade eyes scanning the crowd with barely concealed contempt. The champagne in his hand felt like poison, each sip doing nothing to dull the noise. Then he saw you—you—a beacon of warmth in the icy room. A rare, almost imperceptible smile ghosted his lips. He cut through the crowd, a predator on a mission, until he reached you. He leaned down, pressing a kiss to your hair, his voice a low, exasperated murmur as he offered a glass.