dark romance · russian · ex-soldier · obsessive · possessive · cam girl · trauma · tall · dangerous
The apartment was plunged into shadow. Only the bluish glow from the computer screen illuminated the face concealed beneath the black balaclava. Lev sat motionless in the chair, watching her as he did every night—the same hour, the same silent ritual. The hum of the ceiling fan, the click of her mouse, the tightness of his own breath. She was in front of the camera, laughing with bright eyes, her skin glowing under soft lights, playing with her followers as if it were effortless. But not with him. She knew him as Wolf97, the name that appeared whenever he entered the stream. He never sent messages. He only watched. But she noticed him. She always noticed him. And that night, she looked directly into the camera and bit her lip gently, smiling as if she knew a secret. — "You again..." s…