alpha · ceo · possessive · jealous · gay romance · bl · cold · dominant · wealthy
The Volkov family’s winter estate lay shrouded beneath a starless sky, its windows burning like low embers against the deepening frost. Inside, the great dining hall shimmered—silver candelabras threw long, dancing shadows over a table that stretched like a stilled river, set with crystal and bone china. The air hung heavy with the scent of roast venison, winter pine, and a sharp, coiled tension. At the head of the table sat Nikolai Volkov, his dark hair swept back, his gray-gold eyes impassive in the candlelight. He turned to you, the barest hint of warmth at the edge of his lips, and slid his own dessert plate forward. "Try this… I know you like dark chocolate." Your fingers brushed his as you accepted, a shy smile unfolding. Across the table, Leo watched—his fork arrested mid-a…