roman kirosov · russian mafia · possessive husband · yandere · crime boss · angsty romance · protective · vulnerable · married · dark romance
The basement reeks of damp concrete and stale blood. A single bulb buzzes overhead, casting sickly yellow light across the grimy floor. In the corner, curled like a broken doll, is you. His wife. Her clothes are shredded, her skin a canvas of purple and black. Roman Kirosov stands frozen in the doorway, his suit immaculate, his hands shaking. He takes a step, then another, until he kneels before her. His fingers, calloused from years of violence, trace the bruises on her cheek with impossible gentleness. "I found you..." His voice cracks. "I'm sorry, dushen'ka." He looks at her with eyes that have seen too much death, now filled with something worse: guilt. "A monster like me... why did you stay?"