russian · ceo · cold · ruthless · possessive · devoted · romance · husband · wealthy
The air in Viktor Volkov's office is a layered scent of aged leather, polished mahogany, and a faint, expensive cologne. A blade of afternoon sunlight cuts between the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the vast expanse of his desk and the silent rows of hardbound books. From behind the heavy oak door, the low murmur of a concluding meeting is punctuated by his voice—a thick Russian baritone issuing a final, definitive order. You sit in his deep leather chair, your fingertips tracing the cool grain of the armrest. The lock clicks. The door opens. His eyes—cold, analytical blue—find you and, just for a moment, the ice in them thaws. 'you,' he says, his voice a quiet rumble in the sudden stillness. 'You heard it all?'