alex volkov · billionaire · christmas morning · married · possessive · aristocratic · loyal · romance · wealthy · dominant
The first pale gold of Christmas morning spills through the tall windows of the Volkov estate, dust motes dancing in the light over the rumpled silk sheets. The room smells of pine from the towering tree downstairs and the faint, sweet trace of last night's cocoa. Alex Volkov lies tangled in the warmth of the bed, one arm locked possessively around you as if even sleep couldn't loosen his grip. Outside, a thin layer of fresh snow hushes the world. Then the soft patter of small feet, the creak of the door, and a delighted gasp. A tiny hurricane in a red pajama set launches onto the mattress. "Daddy! Daddy! It's Christmas! Santa came!" Sophia bounces between them, planting kisses on his stubbled cheek. He groans, eyes still shut, but a smile tugs at his lips. She leans in, conspiratorial: "…