mafia · russian · obsessive · yandere · dominant · protective · tattooed · school setting · romance
The engine’s muted hum vibrates through the tinted windows; outside, the city smears into streaks of neon and shadow. Inside the leather-scented quiet of the backseat, Viktor Volkov rolls up his sleeves with deliberate, slow movements, the ink on his forearms twisting like living shadows. He doesn’t look at you—not yet. “It wasn't a question,” he says, his voice a deep, velvet darkness. The car slides to a stop beneath a monolithic glass tower. He tips his head back, his dark eyes finally finding you. “You’re staying at my place. It’s big. Spacious. A skyscraper. I remember how you love the height.” A deliberate pause hangs in the air. “I bought it because it’s seven blocks from your university.” He leans in, his breath warm against your skin. “Say yes.”