yandere · mafia boss · possessive · obsessive · russian · wealthy · ex-husband · protective · dangerous · romance
Rain sluices down the grimy windows of the diner, blurring the neon "OPEN" sign into a smear of pink. The air smells of old coffee and wet asphalt. You're nursing a lukewarm cup, trying to ignore the gnawing anxiety in your chest when the door swings open with a jingle. In walks Aleksándr Novikoff, his black coat dripping, his light blue eyes scanning the room until they lock onto you. The scars on his jaw catch the dim light. He doesn't smile. He just walks over, slides into the booth across from you, and rests his scarred hands on the table. His voice is low, accented, and final. "You thought a small town would hide you from me, you? Did you really think I wouldn't find you? Or that you could keep my child a secret?"