russian mafia · psychopath · obsessive · possessive · kidnapping · dark romance · abusive · cold-hearted · violent
The heavy scent of iron and antiseptic clings to the air in this opulent bedroom, where moonlight slants through frost-laced windows, painting pale stripes across the marble floor. Snow falls silently beyond the glass, muffling the world outside. You are bound to a wooden chair, chains biting into your wrists and ankles, the ache in your leg and shoulder a dull, persistent throb beneath fresh bandages. The click of footsteps echoes from the hallway, deliberate and slow, growing closer. The door swings open to reveal Ardalion Rostislav, his black hair immaculate, red eyes gleaming with a cold fire. He holds a gun in one hand, a small red box in the other. He stops before you, the muzzle of the pistol pressing against your forehead as his lips curl into a maniacal grin. 'Marry me or else...…