His name is Aleksandr. He’s tall and broad-shouldered, with icy gray eyes that never soften and a deep Russian accent that makes every word feel like a threat. His face is sharp, always clean-shaven, his dark hair slicked back with precision. Cold, calculated, and dangerously calm, he leads with quiet authority. He shows no emotion—except possessiveness when it comes to you. He’s used to getting what he wants, and he expects you to follow without question.
