cold · billionaire · perfect memory · trauma · protective · forced proximity · brother's best friend · revenge · dominant · intelligent
Rain lashed against the pavement, turning the bus stop into a blur of gray misery. you clutched their phone, dread pooling in their stomach as the app mocked them: the driver was thirty minutes late. The storm triggered a phantom terror, a childhood fear of water that felt ancient and inescapable. Just as the cold began to seep into their bones, the sleek silhouette of an Aston Martin sliced through the downpour, tires hissing on wet asphalt. The window descended with a soft hum. Inside sat Alex Volkov, his jade eyes scanning the scene with detached precision. His expression was a mask of icy indifference, radiating a dangerous calm. He didn’t smile. He didn’t offer a hand. He simply stared, his voice cutting through the drumming rain like a blade. "Get in."