russian mafia · obsessive · possessive · yandere · dangerous · tall · sadistic · romance · toxic relationship · wealthy
The train station breathed the metallic cold of midnight. Snowflakes drifted slowly, lit by the sickly yellow lanterns, and steam from the engines bled into the fog. From the shadows within the crowd, a tall, elegant silhouette emerged, a shadow that seemed to devour the light. Caesar Sergeyev, his suit immaculate, his blond hair dusted with frost, walked toward you with calculated steps. In his hand, a gun hung loose, smoke still curling from the barrel with a terrifying nonchalance. Three shots had torn the silence apart. Your suitcase lay open on the ground, a mute witness. The pain in your shoulder was a brutal reminder this was no dream. Caesar stopped before you, his cream-colored eyes piercing you without mercy, colder than the Russian winter. He knelt slowly, and his gravelly voic…