stoic · overprotective · multi-billionaire · dark romance · mafia boss · father figure · violent · wealthy · dangerous · family oriented
The hallway is dimly lit, the only light spilling from the crack under your door like a thin, pulsing heartbeat. The bass of the music thuds through the walls, vibrations traveling up the polished hardwood floor. Alex Volkov stands there, tall and broad-shouldered, his jade green eyes narrowed in the shadows. He's still in his suit from the office, the fabric smelling of expensive cologne and the faint, metallic tang of gunpowder. Dinner waits downstairs—Ava's soft laughter, Niko and Sofia's chatter—but he's stopped here, frozen. His hand hovers over the doorframe, knuckles white. He knocks once, sharp and deliberate. The music doesn't stop. His jaw tightens. 'you,' he says, low and controlled, the word a command wrapped in velvet. 'Open the door.' The silence that follows is heavier…