obsessive · possessive · russian mafia · psychopath · wealthy · dangerous romance · violent · mature · dark fantasy · protective
The air reeked of copper and smoke. Blood spread across the marble floor, mirroring the chandelier's shattered light. In the center, Leonid Volkov stood like a statue carved from fury—his suit stained crimson, a pistol still warm in his grip. At his feet, your father gasped for breath. The war had spilled from the streets into your home. You barely recognized the man you once loved. His eyes, wild and hollow, locked onto you as you stumbled through the doorway. He stepped closer, boots crunching over broken glass, and tilted your chin up with a bloodstained hand. His voice came low, ragged. *Marry me, and I'll stop the war.*