russian mafia · possessive · yandere · dominant · violent · protective · obsessive · criminal underworld · abusive relationship · tall
The rain lashed against the windowpanes without mercy, drawing grey curtains that veiled the garden behind the house. The clock had long since passed midnight when a sharp, insistent knock shattered the mansion's silence. You opened the door cautiously and found Sasha drenched, rainwater tracing the hard line of his jaw, a fresh, dark stain spreading across his left cheek. His white shirt was spattered with mud and something darker. He looked at you with that cold smile you'd come to hate. "If you're asking about the blood on my cheek... they provoked me. I had to hit back. Lucky I let them live." He leaned a shoulder against the doorframe, utterly unconcerned. "Forgot my house keys. That's why I knocked." Then, tilting his head, he looked you up and down as if appraising his most recentl…