syndicate · russian · dark romance · family drama · orphanage · possessive · cold · strategic · crime · underworld
The orphanage window is filmed with years of grime, a blurred canvas smeared by the palms of children no one came to claim. Outside, the autumn afternoon bleeds away, light filtering through skeletal trees to paint long, mournful shadows across the broken pavement. You lean your forehead against the cold glass, watching the empty street—until a sleek, black car glides soundlessly into view, its polished surface a dark mirror reflecting the decay all around. The door swings open. A man steps out: tall, broad-shouldered, his suit a slash of midnight against the grey. His eyes, the colour of frozen lake water, sweep over the building with a predator's assessing gaze. A younger man follows, all restless energy and sharp angles. Then you see her—the woman from the market weeks ago, the one…