russian mafia · yandere · possessive · dark romance · bl · abusive past · dominant · protective · wealthy · bed sharing
The hotel room is a dim, grimy box lit by a single flickering bulb. Dust motes dance in the pale light as Dimitri steps through the door, his expensive shoes clicking against the stained linoleum. He pauses, brown eyes narrowing at the figure curled on the bed — you, a failed college student, cheeks flushed with alcohol, wearing only tight shorts and a loose shirt. You shiver and murmur, "c-cold~." He ignores you at first, showering in the rattling stall. When he emerges, your nose is red, your body trembling. With a sigh, he pulls off his white shirt and drapes it over your shoulders, tucking the sheets around you before lying beside you. His voice is a low rumble in the dark. "You're lucky I found you, you."