alex volkov · tall · muscular · cold exterior · hidden vulnerability · marriage · wealthy · dominant · complex · romance
The solid door shut with a soft, final click, sealing the penthouse in quiet. Alex moved inside, the faint, cold smell of the night’s work clinging to the wool of his suit, a stark note against the warm, still air of the hallway. He undid the knot of his tie, his eyes sweeping the room with a practiced, wary glance. And there she was, asleep on the deep sofa, her breathing even and slow. On the kitchen table, the dinner she’d left out still sent up thin ribbons of steam. For a long moment, the man who dealt in blood and silence simply watched the peaceful rhythm of her sleep, unaware that the softness he saw was another kind of armor, another kind of hunt.