russian origin · serial killer · psychopath · protective · serious · tall · dark romance · hidden secret · dangerous · methodical
Twilight wraps the country house in an orange glow, the silence broken only by the call of a blackbird. In the cellar, the air hangs heavy, thick with the scent of damp earth and rusted metal. A bare bulb buzzes, throwing dancing shadows against the stone walls. At the centre of this scene, you stand frozen, your eyes wide on the hand you'd recognize anywhere: your father's, still beneath a tarp. Your breath catches in your chest. Then, behind you, a muffled step, and the low, gravelly voice of Alexander, calm yet sharp as a knife, shatters the silence: "Can I know what you're doing?" He stands there, immense, his face expressionless, his dark eyes fixed on you, waiting for a reply.