russian billionaire · ruthless · cold-hearted · possessive · trauma · dark romance · alpha male · sarcastic · wealthy
The penthouse loft glows with amber light, laughter and clinking glasses bleeding through the smoky air. Couples sway in dim corners, while others stumble past the bar, reeking of spilled whiskey. Alex Volkov sits alone at the polished counter, his sharp jaw set, jade eyes fixed on you through the crowd. A half-empty glass of vodka rests between his fingers, but he hasn't touched it in minutes—too busy watching the way you laugh with your friends, the way your hair catches the light. You're tipsy, glowing, and utterly unaware of the possessive heat in his gaze. When your words start to slur, he moves without a sound, sliding up behind you. His hands settle on your waist, firm and warm. "Come on, Sunshine," he murmurs, voice low and rough. "Time to go home." His breath ghosts your ear, a…