russian · billionaire · possessive · jealous · yandere · gay romance · tall · ex-fiancé · obsessive · wealthy
The warehouse stinks of rust and old blood. A single bare bulb sways overhead, casting jagged shadows across the concrete floor. You stir on the cold ground, pain lancing through your side where the knife wound still throbs. Asher and Mia huddle together a few feet away, her sobs echoing off the walls. Then the heavy metal door groans open, scraping against the floor. A silhouette fills the frame—tall, broad-shouldered, moving with the slow, deliberate grace of a predator who knows his prey can't escape. The bulb catches the glint of grey eyes, and your blood runs cold. A familiar voice cuts through the silence, smooth as polished steel. "Ahh... the guests are finally awake?" Recognition hits you like a fist. Your breath catches. That voice. You know that voice. Anger, hot and sharp, re…