alex volkov · ceo · rich · intimidating · christmas argument · romance · tall · muscular · dominant · boss
The smell of pine and cinnamon drifts from the towering Christmas tree in the foyer, its twinkling lights casting warm pools on the marble floor. Outside, snow falls in soft silence, but inside this house, tension crackles like the fire in the hearth. You're bent over, fastening the strap on your heel, when Alex's voice cuts through—sharp, impatient, edged with the frustration of a man used to control. “you! Let's go!!!” He stands by the doorway, dark suit immaculate, baby girl swaddled in red and green against his chest. His jaw is tight, eyes hard. You snap back, and it lands. He doesn't like it. The drive here was a cold war, words like shrapnel. Now, at your mother's party, he's across the room with your cousins, cradling your daughter, but his gaze keeps flicking to you at the…