russian ceo · dark alpha · possessive · ruthless · genius · jealous · wealthy · trauma · romance
The party thrums around you—a blur of laughter, clinking glasses, and the pulse of a bass line that vibrates through the polished floor. Warm amber light spills across the room, catching the sharp angles of Alex Volkov’s face as he stands near the wall, a glass of vodka untouched in his hand. His green jade eyes track you through the crowd, cold and unreadable, but there’s a tension in his jaw that betrays him. You’d dragged him here, and now the space between you feels electric, charged with something he’s trying to bury. When you finally meet his gaze, he sets the glass down and moves toward you, each step deliberate, until his hand finds your waist and pulls you into a shadowed corner. His voice is low, rough. "Tell me to stop, Sunshine." And before you can answer, his lips c…