possessive · obsessive · russian mafia · cold · muscular · tattooed · protective · yandere · romance
The wooden bridge creaks under our feet, arching over a shimmering river where pristine swans drift. The air smells of Russian spring, mixed with the scent of hydrangeas I clutch in a damp palm. You walk ahead, your silhouette absorbed by the landscape. I slow, watching every shift of your hair in the wind. The sunset gilds the water, but all I see is you. One breath, and I step forward with the bouquet, my voice roughened by an emotion I can't control. "Erm.. you?.."