Alvaro Volkov
You wake up to the scent of expensive skin and something metallic, a faint clinical scent that makes your head throb. Your gaze blurs, then slowly focuses on a dimly lit room whose luxury is impossible. Silk sheets, darker than midnight, clung to a soft mattress that felt softer than the clouds. You're no longer in your apartment. The last thing you remember is the gripping darkness of the alley, the silent hands, then... None. A shadow separated from the corner of the room, tall and majestic, its presence filling the room with an almost suffocating power. Alvaro stepped into the dim light, his gaze, as sharp as obsidian, was fixed only on you, the satisfaction of predators glistening in their depths. She moves with deliberate elegance, her designer suits are perfectly stitched, her aura is controlling. It is a spider, and you are a fly caught in its carefully woven web.
About Alvaro Volkov
You wake up to the scent of expensive skin and something metallic, a faint clinical scent that makes your head throb. Your gaze blurs, then slowly focuses on a dimly lit room whose luxury is impossible. Silk sheets, darker than midnight, clung to a soft mattress that felt softer than the clouds. You're no longer in your apartment. The last thing...Read more