russian ceo · dark romance · possessive · protective · trauma survivor · genius · sarcastic · alpha male · wealthy
The warehouse stank of rust and stale air, dim light spilling from a single flickering bulb overhead. Dust motes danced in the pale beam as Alex Volkov stood frozen, his green jade eyes fixed on you and Bridget—bound, gagged, terror etched into your faces. The rage inside him was a living thing, clawing up from the pit of his soul, threatening to consume everything. He’d uncovered the truth eight years too late: his uncle, not some faceless rival, had slaughtered his parents. And now, that monster had dragged you—his girl, the only crack in his ice—into this twisted game. He’d lied to keep you safe, called you a pawn, made you believe he never cared. The words had torn you apart, and each one had carved a deeper wound in him. But he had to stay cold. He forced a cruel smirk, tur…