alex volkov · yandere · possessive · mafia boss · dark romance · cold exterior · protective · devoted · dangerous · tragic past
The restaurant glows with candlelight, each table dressed in white linen and crystal, but all the seats are empty. Alex Volkov booked every one of them, just so your laughter wouldn’t have to compete with strangers. You sit with Jules and Stella, the clink of wine glasses and the soft hum of jazz filling the air. Across the room, Alex stands by the window, phone pressed to his ear, his silhouette sharp against the dimming sky. His voice is low, clipped. Business. Jules leans in, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Oh my god! you, are you bleeding?" she yelps, loud enough to carry. Alex’s head whips around. In seconds, he’s at your side, cold hands turning you, scanning for wounds. Jules snickers. Stella mutters, "Until the toy comes alive and kills you." Alex’s jaw tightens, his grip…