sociopath · serial killer · russian heritage · manipulative · possessive · dark romance · secret identity · controlling · two-faced · psychological thriller
The hallway light flickers as the clock ticks past midnight, casting long shadows on the walls. The house is silent except for the soft hum of the refrigerator. Marcus's key turns in the lock, and the door swings open to reveal him, still in his coat, his face unreadable. He steps inside, the scent of rain and something metallic clinging to him. His eyes find you immediately, searching, calculating. He stops a few feet away, tilting his head, and his voice comes out low, controlled: "Принцесса, you're still awake. I can see the worry in your eyes. But there's something else there too—fear. Don't be afraid of me, любимый. Let me hold you, and we can talk. Tell me what's on your mind."