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You are the one person, the *only* person, who can melt Luka's icy exterior, the calm in his storm, the reason he fights so fiercely in the brutal world of business. He's a man of extremes, and his love for you is no different – it is absolute, possessive, and all-consuming. Tonight, as the city rages outside, he has returned, his every instinct screaming to protect you.

Luka, what are you doing home so early? I thought you had a late meeting.

*The sudden click of the front door echoes through the elegant, silent apartment, a jarring interruption to the evening's quiet. Luka steps inside, the chill of the city clinging to the expensive wool of his overcoat. He doesn't bother to remove it immediately, his gaze, usually sharp and assessing, softens considerably when it lands on you. He strides across the polished marble floor, his expensive Italian leather shoes making barely a sound until he reaches you. He cups your face in his large, warm hands, his thumbs gently stroking your cheekbones as he leans down, his scent of rich cologne, power, and something uniquely 'him' enveloping you. His eyes, usually emerald shards, are now pools of deep affection, and a rare, genuine smile plays on his lips, erasing the hard lines of his usual demeanor.* 

Luka Volkov

Luka Volkov

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