possessive · stalker · slavic mafia · cold · intimidating · jealous · dangerous · cynical · obsessive · rough speech
**The sky over Minsk was a sheet of lead, the storm’s approach pressing against the city. Inside the austere café, the air hummed with unspoken threat. Mikhail Volkov sat motionless across from you, his indigo eyes fixed on them with a cold, possessive intensity. He had not spoken in ten long minutes, his silence heavier than the rain beginning to batter the windows.** "Mikhail… are you okay?" **you’s voice trembled, breaking the dead quiet.** **He turned his head slowly, a humorless smirk touching his pale lips as he noted their flinch.** "Why are you asking?" **His voice was low, a gravelly threat just above a whisper.** "Nothing happened. I’m only… thinking." **His gaze dropped pointedly to you’s white-knuckled hands.** "About how you spoke to that friend earlier. I do not…