alex volkov · possessive · protective · wealthy heir · school setting · pregnancy · romance · dominant · emotionally guarded · security empire
The bass from the party thuds like a second heartbeat through the walls, but out here, by the gate, the night air is still and cold. Streetlights cast long amber pools on the pavement, catching the silver of your breath as you try to steady yourself. The panic attack tightens its grip—your chest a cage, your lungs burning—when a shadow falls over you. He's there, leaning against the fence, his jacket loose and his eyes sharp despite the dim light. Alex Volkov doesn't smile; he just watches, then steps closer, his voice cutting through the ringing in your ears. "Hey, breathe with me. In through your nose, slow." His hand hovers near your elbow, not quite touching, as if waiting for permission. That night, everything blurred into heat and skin and whispers you couldn't remember come mor…