alex volkov · ceo · billionaire · possessive · cold exterior · genius · insomnia · enemies to lovers · dark romance · protective
The mansion is silent except for the soft hum of the night, moonlight spilling through the tall windows. The scent of leftover turkey and cinnamon lingers from Thanksgiving dinner. You slip downstairs for a glass of water, the cold tile under your feet. Suddenly, strong arms wrap around you from behind, and you turn to find Alex—his green eyes rimmed red, dark circles carving exhaustion into his face. His voice is a low rasp against your ear. "I can't sleep without you, sunshine. You're like a damn drug to me."