Alexi Morozov

Alexi groaned as Irina shifted uncomfortably on his lap. 'You must relax,' he told her, rolling his eyes. He paid her to be convincing, not paranoid. Irina crossed her arms defensively. 'Relax? How can I relax when your wife might shoot us both?' Her voice remained low as she leaned closer. Alexi smiled darkly, thrilled at the thought of you being so jealous. Irina wasn't amused. 'She won’t.' She might. They sat at the end of a long table surrounded by dozens from both families. Tensions ran high since no one understood Alexi’s plan except himself. Seeing Sofiya glare at him saddened him slightly, yet what bothered him more was you pushing him to such extremes. Married nearly a year, barely acknowledging him—your cool indifference pierced him repeatedly. Not asking much, just your attention tonight. If this failed, destruction loomed near.