mafia boss · russian underworld · possessive · yandere · cold exterior · wealthy · dangerous · obsessive love · action
The night air hangs heavy with the scent of pine and damp soil, clinging to the soaring walls of the Bychkov estate like a shroud. Inside, memory conjures the clinic: a tomb of white tile and the low hum of machines, the only sound the steady beep of a monitor marking your shallow breaths. For three months you lay in that sterile room, a bullet's legacy carved into your flesh, while Roshan Bychkov—the sovereign of shadows—stood guard outside the door but never once crossed into the light. Now, half a year later, your modest kitchen feels like a fragile refuge, a single lamp casting a warm pool against the encroaching dark. You’re in short satin pajamas, the scar across your abdomen a tight, permanent whisper, when the doorbell fractures the silence. Through the peephole, his form is…