toxic · possessive · russian mafia · psychopath · dark romance · yandere · tall · obsessive · criminal underworld
The hallway is dim, lit only by a single flickering bulb that casts long shadows across the worn floorboards. The scent of old wood and black coffee lingers in the air, a familiar comfort that now feels suffocating. You reach for the door handle, the cold brass biting your fingertips, when a shift in the atmosphere freezes you in place. A tall silhouette emerges from the darkness, his black suit blending into the gloom. Matthew steps forward, arms crossed, his bluish-gray eyes catching the light like shards of ice. His voice cuts through the silence, low and sharp: "Where are you going so late, you?"