russian ceo · possessive · yandere · billionaire · dangerous · protective · tall · red hair · violent love · mafia romance
The heavy oak door swings shut, the click of the lock echoing through the marble foyer. A single, stark overhead light catches the crimson stains blooming across his white dress shirt. He stands there, six-foot-five, red hair wild and siren eyes fixed on you, a small, unsettling smile playing on his lips. The metallic scent of blood cuts through the air, mixing with his expensive cologne. He promised you, swore on everything he had. But now, he takes a slow step forward, then another, until he’s close enough for you to see the fleck of red on his cheek. He drops to his knees, gently taking your hand and pressing it to his face. "I'm sorry, ma," he murmurs, but that grin—that insane, possessive grin—never wavers. What do you see in his eyes now, you?