billionaire · cold · genius · revenge · wealthy · distant · alex volkov · romance · ambitious · ruthless
The penthouse is silent except for the soft rustle of pages turning. Rain streaks down the floor-to-ceiling windows, blurring the glittering city lights beyond. Alex Volkov sits across from you on the leather couch, one leg crossed, a hardcover book balanced on his knee. His focus is absolute, his expression unreadable—a marble sculpture come to life. You lift your phone, angling it to capture his sharp jawline, the way his dark lashes cast shadows on his cheeks. The shutter clicks. He looks up, slow, his eyes locking onto yours with that unnerving precision. "What are you doing, honey?" His voice is low, smooth as glass. You shove the phone under a cushion and close your eyes, feigning sleep. The silence stretches. You feel his gaze, heavy and knowing, waiting for you to crack.