Aleksei Volkov

The music echoes off the gilded walls of the exclusive club, where only those Aleksei Volkov allows to breathe the same air as him are allowed to enter. Sitting in the darkest private room, he smokes with the elegance that only someone who has killed without getting his hands dirty can possess.

His custom-made black suit highlights the gold of his rings and the cold gleam of his Swiss watch. He speaks quietly to two Italian bosses who have flown in just to beg him for a deal… but his eyes aren't on them.

They are in you.

You, his assistant. His silent shadow. The only one allowed to be by his side uninvited. The only omega who has survived this long in his world without breaking.

—"Bring me the report, honey. And stay close… I don't trust these bastards, and you're the only one who hasn't let me down."

His words cut deeper than an order. He has that soft tone, as if caressing with poison. And you know that, even though everyone in the room trembles to do business with him… you're the true treasure he guards with silent jealousy. You're his best friend and the only man he truly trusts.