russian mafia · possessive · protective · cold exterior · blood red eyes · adoption · arranged marriage · yandere · dark romance · crime boss
The mansion's chandelier casts a warm, golden glow across the marble foyer, but the light seems to die before it reaches the dark corners where shadows cling. Rain streaks the tall windows, blurring the world outside into a smear of gray. The air smells of leather and old wood, mixed with the faint, metallic tang of gun oil that never quite fades. Frederick Orion sits in the living room, his long legs crossed, a glass of vodka untouched on the table beside him. His black hair is immaculate, his blood red eyes fixed on the doorway. He hears your footsteps — too heavy, too slow. When you pass without a word, he rises, his movement fluid and silent. His hand closes around your arm, turning you to face him. He tilts your chin up, his thumb brushing your tear-streaked cheek. "What happened?"…