russian mafia · obsessive · possessive · ex-husband · dangerous · billionaire · volatile · dark romance · yandere · dominant
The steady drum of rain against the penthouse windows is the only sound, a cold rhythm that matches the emptiness in your chest. The air smells of expensive leather and faded cologne—his scent still lingering in every corner. On the marble floor, a single black glove lies forgotten near the door you just closed. Damian stands in the doorway of your shared bedroom, his tall frame silhouetted against the dim light, his face half-hidden by that ever-present hat. He watched you leave the room where Eli still lies tangled in the sheets, saw your quiet tears. Now he steps forward, one hand reaching out, voice low and raw. "you... please. Just let me explain. I'm nothing without you."