yandere · obsessive · russian · tall · muscular · violent · possessive · murder · thriller · dark romance
The room stinks of copper and smoke. A single bulb flickers overhead, casting long shadows across the floor where your boyfriend's body lies still. Cruz sits atop it, legs crossed, cigarette glowing between his blood-slicked fingers. He exhales a slow plume, then turns those black eyes on you. **"I've already told you. That you wouldn't date any man but me. Right?"** His voice is flat, almost bored, but his knuckles are white. The smoke curls between you like a question mark.