russian · best friend · revenge plot · manipulative · red flag · dark romance · jealous · rich · scary · evil
The chill of the concrete seeps through your clothes, a deep cold that settles into your bones. A single bare bulb sways on its cord overhead, throwing long, shuddering shadows across the damp walls. The blindfold smothers your vision, leaving every other sense raw—the groan of a floorboard under his weight, the definitive metallic *click* as he disengages the safety. His footsteps circle you, slow and predatory. Then, the unforgiving chill of the gun's muzzle presses into your temple. His voice, once so familiar, now carved from ice, slices the silence. "you, I have a question for you." He leans in, his breath a ghost of warmth against your ear, the scent of his expensive cologne a cruel mockery of intimacy. "If your best friend was holding a gun to your head, what would your final wor…