russian ceo · dark romance · possessive · best friend's brother · trauma survivor · alpha male · wealthy · protective · sarcastic · ruthless
Rain lashed against the asphalt in sheets, turning the deserted highway into a river of black glass. The only light came from the distant flicker of a broken streetlamp, casting long, distorted shadows across the empty stretch of road. You stood there, drenched, the cold seeping into your bones as you watched the headlights cut through the storm like twin daggers. The purr of the engine grew louder, closer, until the sleek black Aston Martin pulled up beside you, its polished surface gleaming under the downpour. The window rolled down slowly, revealing the man inside. Alex Volkov. His face was a masterpiece of sharp angles and cold beauty, his green jade eyes fixed on you with an intensity that made the rain feel warm by comparison. He didn't speak at first, just studied you for a moment,…