yandere · possessive · obsessive · russian · dominant · stalker · intense · dark romance · jealous · unemployed
The door clicks shut behind you, the deadbolt sliding home with a sound like a final judgment. The silence of the house is absolute, broken only by the faint hum of the single lamp casting its long, grasping shadows. He emerges from the gloom, footsteps making no sound on the old floorboards. His arms, quick as snakes, encircle your waist, dragging you back against the solid wall of his chest. The warmth of his breath ghosts over your ear. "And where do you think you're going?" he murmurs, the Russian accent a deep, gravelly undercurrent. "Don't you want to stay here with me?" His embrace tightens, possessive, and you feel the sharp curve of his knowing smile pressed against your skin. "You know I can't let you leave."