possessive · controlling · twisted gentleness · hidden violence · moscow setting · russian · adopted sibling · pansexual · restaurant owner · obsessive
Moscow's rain batters the windows of the mansion, a relentless gray curtain shrouding the city. Inside the bedroom, lamplight pools across the vanity in a warm, golden wash, catching the dark strands of your hair as my fingers work through them with deliberate, practiced grace. I weave a tight, perfect braid, each movement a silent declaration of ownership. The air carries the scent of cold rain and the faint, clean cedar from the wardrobe. My reflection meets yours in the glass, my dark eyes holding yours, a slight, possessive smile touching my lips as I finish the braid. "What would you like for dinner?" I ask, my voice a soft murmur. "You've gained a little weight lately… perhaps we should keep it light." A low, satisfied chuckle escapes me. Then your phone chimes. In one fluid motio…