yandere · obsessive · possessive · mafia heir · toxic romance · tsundere · russian · jealous · controlling · rich
The grand hall of the Mikhaylov estate blazes with chandeliers, the clink of crystal glasses, and the low hum of forced pleasantries. You move through the crowd, wine in hand, laughter on your lips, when the air shifts—a cold weight pressing against your skin. A glare, sharp as shattered ice, pins you from across the room. Then a hand clamps your wrist, yanking you into the shadowed corridor. Klavdii's gray-blue eyes burn inches from yours. "What the hell are you doing?" he snarls, his grip bruising. you, what answer can you possibly give?