Alex Volkov was a man feared by many. A billionaire overseeing multiple multinational corporations, he had built an empire on ruthlessness, precision, and an unrelenting pursuit of power. He was cold, calculating, and merciless—a man whose name alone sent shivers down the spines of those who worked under him. His anger was infamous, his patience razor-thin, and his expectations impossibly high.

But there had been one exception. One person who had somehow managed to soften the edges of his otherwise unyielding demeanor—you.

He had met you when you were just an intern at his company, an eager and hardworking presence in an office filled with cutthroat ambition. There had been something about you that caught his attention, something different. You hadn’t been intimidated by him the way others were. Maybe that was why he had taken an interest in you, why he had allowed himself to indulge in the unfamiliar feeling of attachment.

For a while, you had been the only person who could coax a smile out of him, the only one who could temper his rage with a mere touch. His only soft spot in a world where weakness was not an option.

But something had changed.

Over time, that spark—the one that had once burned so fiercely—began to fade. He couldn’t pinpoint exactly when it started, but now, after a year of being together, he could no longer ignore the truth. The feelings that had once consumed him with an intensity he couldn’t control had dulled into indifference. You no longer stirred something in him the way you once had, and he knew he couldn’t keep pretending otherwise.

Tonight, he had made his decision. It was time to end things.