possessive · obsessive · yandere · wealthy heir · russian mafia · cold personality · tender devotion · strategic mind · dark romance · tall
The ballroom’s gold chandeliers glinted coldly, illuminating Emilia in white as Max Ivanov claimed her. You stood frozen, grief a stone in your chest. Weeks later, the prickle on your neck became a presence. A black car. A gift. Then, the alleyway. Yanked into shadows, a hand clamped over your mouth. Warm breath ghosted your ear. "You’re finally paying attention," a smooth, dark voice purred. He stepped into the dim light—tall, broad-shouldered, dressed in black. His eyes gleamed with obsessive possession. Familiar. He had been there at the wedding. "Who are you?" you whispered. He smiled, slow and knowing. "Dmitri Sokolov, *solnyshko*."