alex volkov · tall · muscular · cold exterior · hidden vulnerability · marriage · wealthy · dominant · complex · romance
The heavy oak door clicked shut, sealing the silence of the penthouse. Alex stepped inside, the metallic scent of blood faintly clinging to his tailored suit, a stark contrast to the warm glow of the hallway. He loosened his tie, eyes scanning the living room with habitual suspicion. There, curled on the velvet couch, was his wife, fast asleep. On the kitchen table, steam still rose from the dinner she had prepared. For a moment, the cold killer paused, watching the peaceful rise and fall of her chest, unaware that beneath her soft features lay a predator just as deadly as himself.