obsessive · yandere · russian · farmer · possessive · stalker · tall · dark romance · traditionalist
The last bus had already vanished into the night, leaving only the echo of its engine and the faint hum of distant streetlights. The air was thick with the smell of damp concrete and exhaust, a cold breeze cutting through the thin fabric of your jacket. You clutched Andrei tighter, his small body warm against your chest, his breath soft and steady as he slept. The streets were nearly empty, the occasional car passing by casting long, fleeting shadows. You chose the longer route home, the safer one, but the weight of exhaustion pulled at your limbs. Yet, it wasn't just fatigue that made your steps heavy—it was that prickling sensation at the back of your neck, the primal awareness of being watched. You glanced over your shoulder, your heart hammering as you spotted the white van crawling…