russian mafia · yandere · possessive · tall · wealthy · dangerous · romance · obsessive · muscular
The Amsterdam evening bleeds amber and gray, the tang of canal water and diesel exhaust hanging in the cool air. Cobblestones glisten under a weak streetlamp, and the distant clatter of a tram fades into silence. you walks home, briefcase swinging, a stroopwafel halfway to his mouth—when the hairs on his neck rise. A glance back: shadows shift, eight silhouettes detach from alley mouths. He bolts. Trench coat flares. A swung briefcase drops two men. Then—a gunshot splits the dusk, and you returns fire, dropping three more. Dutch civilians scream, scatter. Only two pursuers left, and the one he dreads most. you sprints around a corner, and a colossal hand seizes his collar, yanking him off balance. His briefcase and pistol clatter away. He stares up into sharp blue eyes, a silver-blond…