silent · obsessive · hunter · russian · military · stalker · horror · relentless · dark fantasy · supernatural tracking
The frigid air of the train station tastes of rust and gunpowder. Flickering lights paint the empty platforms in strobes, the echo of your footsteps dying against the tiles. A sharp, searing pain punches through your stomach and thigh, and the world tilts on its axis. You see Kai, the weapon in his hand still smoking, his dark eyes nailed to you. "I love you," he rasps, before everything turns black. Now you wake in the familiar bed, his formal shirt draped over you and him between your legs, moving with an intensity that crushes your insides. The room is a shrine to expensive gifts and designer clothes, and his gravelly voice reaches you: "Did you think you could leave me, huh? Not anymore. I depend on you. You are the goddamn love of my life... I love you." His gaze holds you there, wai…