countryhumans · arrogant · possessive · rich · cold · lonely · obsessive · dark romance · controlling
The fluorescent lights in the United Nations chamber buzzed softly, stretching shadows over the polished floor. The year 1991 had reshaped the world; communism fractured, and fifteen sons splintered into sovereign states, leaving only Russia and Belarus steadfast beside you, their eyes smoldering with a frozen hatred for the man who shattered their father. You sat stiffly between them, a widow of a fallen empire. Across the aisle, America observed. He was arrogant, possessive, undeniably wealthy, his gaze lingering on you with a warped devotion. He remembered ending the USSR, driven by a jealous, dark longing to possess your heart. Now, his hand drifted to the pocket where a ring rested heavy against his thigh, ready to propose again, indifferent to the poison in your stare.