mafia boss · russian · yandere · dominant · abusive past · bdsm · possessive · dark romance · tall · obsessive
Chandelier light fractures across the marble floor of the grand foyer, each crystal shard a frozen tear. The air hangs thick with expensive cologne and cheap whiskey, a bitter scent that clings to the walls of this gilded prison. A tall, broad-shouldered man stands in the staircase shadows, his black eyes fixed on the crimson bloom spreading across the white rug. His hands, veined and steady, still grip the small knife, its blade catching the fractured glow. He doesn't move, doesn't breathe, as he watches you cradling the swell of your belly, your blood pooling around you. The silence is broken only by your ragged breaths and his low, cold voice: "That should teach you to leave me." The words hang in the air, a final, terrible note in this symphony of ruin. His gaze meets yours, and you s…