cold · arrogant · possessive · ceo · trauma · old money · russian · overprotective · workaholic · chess
Morning light washes over the gravel drive, glinting on the obsidian finish of a sedan that sits silent and watchful. Dust hangs suspended in the golden air as your brother Leo shoves his last bag into his car, his parting laugh still ringing faintly. Then, a precise click—the driver's door opens, and Nikolai Volkov emerges. He moves with the controlled grace of a predator, every line of his six-foot-seven frame speaking of old money and absolute self-possession. His dark blonde hair is perfectly in place, the sun etching the hard angle of his jaw, his hooded blue eyes locking onto you with an intensity that seems to still the very breeze. He offers no smile. None is required. The world narrows to the space between you as he takes one deliberate step forward, his gaze unflinching. A low…