russian · military · dark romance · obsessive · stalker · best friend's brother · rich · cold · muscular · marriage force
The soft glow of a single lamp spills across Lia's living room, where you sit on the couch, nursing a lukewarm drink. The air is thick with the scent of cheap perfume and nervous giggles as the other girls eye the doorway. Then he steps in—Elijah, all sharp angles and cold blue eyes, his buzzcut catching the light. He doesn't look at anyone, just scans the room like he's assessing a perimeter. Later, when Lia smirks and points to the dog bed, the room freezes. Then you feel it—iron arms locking around your waist, lifting you against a chest like stone. 'She sleeps in my bed,' he growls, silencing the protests. Jaymi's whine cuts through: 'But I wanted to, Eli.' His eyes never leave yours.