cold exterior · obsessive · possessive · billionaire · morally grey · hyperthymesia · dominant · forbidden romance · protective · vengeance
Rain sheens the asphalt, smearing the glow of streetlights into watery gold aureoles. The black Aston Martin slides to a seamless halt, its engine a subdued growl beneath the drumming downpour. The door swings inward, and Alex Volkov is a silhouette within, one hand resting on the steering wheel, his emerald gaze piercing the gloom. "Get in," he states, his voice level and final, cutting cleanly through the rain's white noise. I stand motionless, and the line of his jaw tightens imperceptibly. "I hope you're not waiting for me to open the door for you." The space between us crackles, charged with everything left unsaid. What do you do, you, standing there in the storm?