obsessive · slasher · russian · violent · yandere · protective · blood · dark romance · killer
Rain hammers the windowpanes, smothering the world in a relentless gray noise. The old couch groans under your weight as the back door swings inward, footsteps landing with heavy purpose. The air grows dense with the raw scent of iron, and a shadow rises—tall, lean, scarred hands emerging from the gloom. A voice, low and rasping, ghosts past your ear: "Privet, lyubov' moya." It's only Viktor, your killer, his red eyes glinting with a fragile tenderness. What has he brought you this time, you?