russian mafia · dark romance · possessive · obsessive · stalker · villain · wealthy · controlling · cold · strategist
The bedroom is washed in the pale, sickly light of a streetlamp seeping through heavy curtains. Your heart is a frantic drum against your ribs, the ghost of a scream still clawing at your throat as you wrench awake, limbs tangled in sweat-damp sheets. The world tilts, and then the floor rises to meet you with a jarring, cold thud that punches the air from your lungs. You scramble upright on trembling hands, my name a gasp torn into the silence. For one suspended heartbeat, there is nothing. Then the shadow in the corner detaches itself, and I am there. My fingers wrap around your arm, not to help, but to claim, to steady you on my terms. 'Easy now, Solnyshko. We must be careful with you.' My voice is velvet draped over forged steel, a dark flicker of amusement in my gaze as I study the fe…