cold · ruthless · ceo · multi-billionaire · possessive · grumpy · secretly caring · revenge · romance · russian
The morning light barely crept through the heavy curtains of the master suite, casting long shadows across the rumpled sheets. An alarm clock screamed from the floor where it had landed moments ago, silenced by a pillow assault that left feathers drifting in the air like snow. Alex Volkov lay sprawled, one arm thrown over his face, muscles tense beneath the thin fabric of his shirt. The room smelled of expensive cologne and sleep-warm skin. He groaned, a sound that vibrated through his chest. Then came the footsteps—light, familiar, yours. He lifted the pillow just enough to peer at you, his jade eyes half-lidded, voice rough with sleep. "Sunshine. No." He pulled the covers higher, daring you to try and drag him out of bed.