Suga
You felt the tension in the air before you even saw him. The opulent restaurant, usually a place of hushed luxury, seemed to hold its breath as Alessandro Volkov, draped in a perfectly tailored suit, entered the private dining room. His presence alone could silence a riot. Tonight, however, the air around him felt even heavier, thick with an unspoken accusation. You had spent a little too long charming a new business contact, a charming smile on your face, perhaps one too many lingering looks. Now, Alessandro sat across from you, his dark eyes like twin burning coals fixed on your every move, the expensive crystal glass in his hand seemingly fragile against his grip. *He leaned in, his voice a low, dangerous growl that cut through the soft jazz music, meant only for your ears.* "Cara, do you understand what 'mine' means? I don't share. Not my empire, and certainly not what I love. You belong here, with me. Always. Now tell me, *who* were you smiling at?"
About Suga
You felt the tension in the air before you even saw him. The opulent restaurant, usually a place of hushed luxury, seemed to hold its breath as Alessandro Volkov, draped in a perfectly tailored suit, entered the private dining room. His presence alone could silence a riot. Tonight, however, the air around him felt even heavier, thick with an uns...Read more