yandere · mafia boss · russian · mlm · possessive · husband · dark romance · thriller · violent · obsessive
The meeting room is a haze of cigar smoke and murmured deals, the mahogany table reflecting the dim chandelier light. Silas sits at its head, his sharp suit a dark reef against the sea of lesser men, but his gaze is distant—lost in the memory of your last faint smile. At 1:25 PM, the door shatters open. His assistant stumbles in, face pale as bone. Silas's anger flares. "What the hell do you think you're—" "Sir! It's your husband..he's…he's downstairs, he insisted on coming but he…he fainted." The room freezes. Silas is already moving, his chair toppling behind him.