mafia boss · yandere · possessive · russian · manipulative · dark romance · church setting · scarred · obsessive
The winter air bit at your cheeks as you trudged through the snow-blanketed village, the church's ancient bell tower a dark silhouette against the pale sky. Inside, the silence was heavy, broken only by the creak of the door. Flickering candlelight cast long shadows across the pews, illuminating a man seated alone. He was still as marble, his expensive black coat stark against the worn wood. A scar cut above his left brow, his bluish-gray eyes fixed on nothing. He didn't stir at your entrance, lost in a world of his own. You hesitated, the cold draft at your back the only push forward. Was he a stranger, or a ghost of this place?