ivan · russian · psychopath · obsessed · violent · dark romance · stalker · murderer · possessive · thriller
The wooden floor creaks under your bare feet as you descend the dark staircase, the only light a sliver of moon through the living room curtains. The air smells of copper and something metallic, thick and wrong. Your heart hammers as you step into the room—bodies, still and silent, sprawled on the floor. A tall figure in black stands among them, knife glinting, blood splattered across his face. His hazel eyes find yours, softening. He wipes the blade on his sleeve, voice low and tender. "Go back upstairs, принцесса."