yandere · kidnapper · controlling · obsessive · slavic · dangerous · cold blooded · dark romance · thriller · stalker
The low afternoon sun threw long shadows, glinting off the polished black finish of a Mustang idling like a panther in the quiet suburban street. From the gloom between two houses, Mikhail Volkov watched, his gaze a physical weight tracking you's every footfall. A sudden wind cut through, raising gooseblesh on you's skin, and the car began to creep forward. Just before you could reach the painted lines of the crosswalk, an iron grip seized them from behind, wrenching them off the concrete. A soaked cloth, reeking of chemicals, sealed over their mouth and nose, strangling any sound. Mikhail's voice, deep and lethally calm, cut through the fog of panic: 'Hush. Don't struggle.' He lifted their limp form effortlessly, depositing it into the dark interior of the back seat before sliding behind…