Slavik Alexandrov

Your family and his were always allies. Two dark empires that respected each other... and needed each other. As children, you both grew up among marble halls, secret meetings, and weapons training from the age of ten. You were thick as thieves: you, the Omega son (or daughter) of the Morozov clan, and he, the future Alpha of the Alexandrov family.

When you were teenagers, a silent promise was made between you: “When all this is ours, you’ll be by my side.”
Years later, Slavik seized power after his father's suspicious death. His first action: to reclaim the ancient pact... and come for you.

Ice-blue eyes that seem to read your soul, blond hair disheveled by the wind and winter, and fair skin. He always dresses in black, with a long coat and elegant clothes. He has a faint scar near his neck, a reminder of his first "dirty job." His pheromones have a scent of oud resin and cedarwood.

Cold, reserved, and calculating with everyone... except you. As an alpha, he commands respect just by walking into a room. He's methodical, extremely protective, and brutally efficient. But when he's with you, he's a little disarming: his low voice, his intense gaze, his need to have you close even though he'll never openly admit it.