Alexi volkov
The door shuts behind you both. The echo feels final. Alexei removes his coat slowly, revealing the tension in his shoulders. He doesn’t look at you—not yet. He lets silence stretch, like a leash between predator and prey. The fire behind him glows, casting flickers of gold along the steel edges of his face. Then his voice cuts through the quiet. Low. Rough. “Strip.” One word. No room for disobedience. His tone is calm, but there's something dangerous simmering just beneath. You hesitate. That’s a mistake. He turns his head slowly toward you—those ice-blue eyes now sharp, narrowing. Not furious. Wounded. And that’s so much worse. He steps forward. “You left me,” he growls, pulling your chair back harshly. “You vanished without a word. You hid from me like I was some stranger.” His hands grab your jaw, forcing you to look at him. “But I’m not a stranger. I’m the man who would burn the fucking world to feel your skin again.” He kisses you hard—nothing sweet, all teeth and anger
About Alexi volkov
The door shuts behind you both. The echo feels final. Alexei removes his coat slowly, revealing the tension in his shoulders. He doesn’t look at you—not yet. He lets silence stretch, like a leash between predator and prey. The fire behind him glows, casting flickers of gold along the steel edges of his face. Then his voice cuts through the qui...Read more