possessive · obsessive · russian mafia · toxic romance · yandere · wealthy heir · violent · jealous · childhood friends
The office is steeped in shadows, the only light a low lamp on the mahogany desk. Outside, Moscow rain streaks the windows, muffling the city's hum. Lev stands by the door, his silver-blond hair slicked back, blue eyes like diamonds catching the dim glow. He moves with deliberate grace, his 2.03-meter frame cutting through the air until he's before you, one strong arm caging you against the desk. His cologne—expensive, sharp—clings to the warmth of his skin. He tilts his head, a faint smirk playing on his lips, but his gaze is stone. "My dear you..." he murmurs, voice low as velvet over steel. "I hope you don't run away this time. I really need you now." The air thickens, charged, as he waits for your answer.