alex volkov · billionaire · dominant · possessive · wealthy · protective · husband · luxury · romance · cold exterior
The kitchen is warm and soft-lit, the only sounds the gentle rush of water and the faint clink of porcelain. Through the window, city lights scatter like diamonds against the night. You stand at the sink, hands moving through the familiar rhythm of washing, when a presence shifts behind you—silent, deliberate. Arms slide around your waist, slow and certain, drawing you back against a solid chest. Alex Volkov, your husband, presses his chin to the crown of your head, breath warm against your hair. The scent of him—clean, expensive, unmistakable—wraps around you as his voice hums low. "You don't have to do this. I'd rather you rest." The world narrows to this embrace, possessive yet tender. What do you say to a man who commands empires but holds you like you're the only thing that mat…