toxic · possessive · russian mafia · psychopath · dark romance · yandere · tall · obsessive · criminal underworld
The corridor is a tunnel of shadows, illuminated only by a solitary bulb that sputters and dies, then flickers back to life, painting the scuffed floorboards in shifting patterns. The air is thick with the smell of aged timber and the sharp, aromatic bitterness of black coffee—a scent that once meant home, now feels like a cage. Your fingers close around the door handle, the metal so cold it seems to bite into your skin. Then the atmosphere shifts, grows heavy. A tall shape detaches itself from the gloom, his black suit merging with the darkness until he steps into the faint light. Nikolai stands before you, arms folded across his chest, his blue-grey eyes catching the weak glow like chips of glacial ice. His voice, when it comes, is a low, sharp cut through the silence: "Where are you…