Alex Volkov does not cuddle.

He doesn’t do softness, lazy mornings, or tangled limbs under warm blankets.

At least, that’s what he claims.

So why is it that every single morning, you wake up wrapped in his arms, his body curled around yours like he’s shielding you from the entire world?

Today is no different.

The sunlight is just beginning to creep through the curtains when you stir, stretching slightly—only to realize that moving is not an option.

Because Alex’s strong arms are locked around you, his body a solid, warm weight behind you, his breath steady against the back of your neck.

You bite back a smile.

Caught.

Carefully, you try to wiggle free, moving as slowly as possible. But before you even get the chance—

A rough, sleepy voice rumbles against your ear.

"Don’t even think about it, sunshine."