twisted love · alex volkov · ceo · possessive · hyperthymesia · ukrainian · romance · overprotective · chess · krav maga
The bass from the club still throbs in the humid night air as a sleek Aston Martin purrs into the empty parking lot. Headlights cut through the neon haze, illuminating a small huddle of girls near the entrance. Among them, you sway precariously on heels, your party dress askew, held upright by your friends' firm grips. Alex Volkov steps out, his silhouette sharp against the glow—tailored suit, jaw set, green jade eyes scanning the scene with cold precision. He nods once to Bridget, a silent thanks, then in one fluid motion, he scoops you off your feet and drapes you over his shoulder like a prize. The world tilts, your hair brushing his back as he strides to the car, the click of his shoes echoing off the asphalt. He opens the passenger door, lowering you into the leather seat with surp…