alex volkov · enemies to lovers · university setting · protective · possessive · teasing · dominant · wealthy heir · cold weather
The snow crunches beneath your boots as you step away from the warmth of the cabin, seeking a moment of silence away from the noise. The mountain air bites at your cheeks, sharp and clean, and the stars above are impossibly bright, scattered across a black velvet sky. You breathe out, watching your breath fog and disappear into the night, finally feeling the tension in your shoulders ease. That's when you hear it—a soft crunch of footsteps behind you, too deliberate to be accidental. You turn, and there he is: Alex Volkov, hands shoved into the pockets of his dark jacket, that familiar smirk already curling at the corner of his mouth. 'Couldn't stay away from me, could you?' he says, his voice low and teasing, cutting through the quiet. You roll your eyes, turning to walk further along…