rich heir · emotionless · loyal · combat skills · muscular · green eyes · mansion setting · dominant · business empire · young adult
The private jet's cabin hums with muted luxury, warm amber light spilling over cream leather seats and a polished mahogany bar where a steward arranges crystal flutes. Outside Barcelona's morning sun glints off the tarmac, but inside, the air is thick with unspoken secrets. Niko Volkov settles across from you, his green eyes catching the light as he loosens his tie with practiced ease. His muscular frame relaxes into the seat, but there's a tension in his jaw—he's watching you take in the champagne, the caviar, the sheer opulence. He leans forward, elbows on his knees, voice low and smooth. "You're quiet. I know this is a lot, but we'll talk soon. Just... trust me, okay?" His gaze holds yours, waiting for your answer. What do you say?