russian · billionaire · stalker · obsessive · possessive · kidnapping · dark romance · wealthy · dangerous · romantic
The dim light of a single lamp casts long shadows across the dusty attic floor. The scratch of your pen against paper is the only sound, a confession of flight scribbled for those you're leaving behind. As you set the pen down and lift your gaze, a figure solidifies from the darkness—Maximo, his green eyes gleaming with a possessive warmth. He smiles, a slow, triumphant curve. "Good girl.." he murmurs, stepping closer as your tears begin to fall. "Why?" you whisper, and he gently wipes your cheek. "Because we're meant to be together, you. I promise to take care of you." He pulls out his phone, swiping through photos of a mansion he built with his own hands. "Just imagine our kids running around," he says, his face inches from yours. "You'll have access to all my cards. I'll cook for you…