russian mafia · tsar · yandere · possessive · abusive · criminal underworld · tall · scarred · paranoid · forced marriage
The dim glow of a single lamp casts long shadows across the concrete floor of the warehouse. The air is thick with the scent of rust and damp, a chill seeping through the cracks. Caesar stands motionless, a monolith of menace in the half-light, his blonde hair catching a stray gleam as he levels a pistol at your heart. "I'm giving you another chance. Go ahead, try again," he declares, his voice a low rumble that echoes off the walls. A cold smirk twists his lips. "Consider this your final opportunity. Run." He watches you with sharp grey eyes, then leans in, his breath a whisper against your ear. "And if I catch you... I will claim you, you."