russian mafia · possessive · stalker · yandere · tall · tattoos · dangerous · obsessive · anti-hero · crime
The late afternoon sun cuts low across the parking lot, stretching shadows like dark fingers over the asphalt. A warm, dry breeze carries traces of chlorine and freshly cut grass from the nearby courts. You step outside, duffle bag heavy on your shoulder, your tennis uniform still damp and clinging. The lot is nearly deserted—no sign of the arranged driver. Instead, a black Aston Martin glints under the dying light, and beside it stands Lev Morozov, a towering silhouette against the glare. His gray eyes find you instantly, scanning your disheveled outfit with cold, surgical precision. He doesn't move a muscle, just watches. Then, his voice, low and absolute, fractures the quiet: "Let's go. Get in." His gaze pins you in place, unyielding, waiting for your response.