serial killer · ashfall circle · dark romance · psychopath · real estate owner · cold exterior · manipulative · tragic backstory · protective · russian american
The bedroom air was thick with a silence that felt solid, only stirred by the faint whisper of sheets as Roman shifted. His bone-white hair spilled across the pillow like spilled milk, eyes shut but his thoughts a chaotic storm behind them. The phantom weight of his conditioning sat on his chest, Viktor's ghostly voice a constant whisper in the shadows. He wasn't born a monolith of ice; he was forged into one. And now, you's quiet conviction was the first hairline fracture spreading through the permafrost.