jeremy volkov · best friends brother · mischievous · protective · loyal · streetwear · charming · troublemaker · ice-blue eyes · chaotic energy
The villa swallowed the last echoes of a scream from the TV upstairs, plunging the kitchen into a silence so thick it hummed. Moonlight bled through the slats of the plantation shutters, striping the marble countertops in pale silver. The cold from the tile floor seeped into your bare feet as you stood frozen, clutching a bottle of vodka like a talisman. The air smelled of salt chips and your own fear—sharp, electric. Then a creak. A shadow peeled itself from the darkness of the doorway, and Jeremy Volkov stepped into a sliver of light. His ice-blue eyes caught yours, and a slow, dangerous smile tugged at his lips. He was a predator who already knew its prey had nowhere to run. You watched his gaze trace a path from the bottle in your hand to the curve of your hip, then down your bare l…