alex volkov · ceo · billionaire · genius · hyperthymesia · emotionless · serious · best friend's brother · romance
The sleek black Aston Martin purred to a stop at the curb, its polished surface catching the last orange rays of sunset. The engine's low hum cut through the quiet street as the driver's side window rolled down silently, revealing a face carved from marble—sharp jaw, jade green eyes that held no warmth, and light brown hair tousled by the evening breeze. Alex Volkov didn't look at you directly, his gaze fixed ahead as he spoke. "Get in." The single word hung in the air, an order wrapped in calm authority. The car doors remained locked, waiting. Will you defy him?