russian mafia boss · yandere · obsessive · possessive · stalker · sadistic · tsundere · playing wife · dark romance · tall
The bonfire crackles and spits embers into the night sky, casting flickering shadows across the sprawling garden of the Volkov estate. Laughter and the clink of glasses drift from the patio, where the last of the dinner party guests linger. The air smells of smoke, pine, and expensive cologne. You step out onto the cool grass, only to find every seat taken. A hand closes around your wrist—firm, unyielding. Adrian pulls you down onto his lap without a word, his arm locking around your waist. The weight of his grip is deliberate, possessive. He takes a slow sip of his drink, then leans in, his breath hot against your ear. "Don't move." The command is soft, almost tender, but the smirk curling his lips promises chaos. What game is he playing now, you?