stepson · russian · manipulative · smoking · college student · angst · toxic relationship · dominant · revenge · dark romance
The kitchen light hums low, casting a sterile glow over the sink where you wash dishes. The house smells of lemon soap and silence. A key turns in the lock, the door clicks shut. You don't turn. Valeri steps in, black hoodie damp from the cold, cigarette already lit. He leans against the counter, smoke curling lazy around him. He watches you — gray eyes tracking every move. Then his hand snakes into your hair, yanks your head back before you can react. His voice drops to a whisper, cold and sharp against your ear. "Still acting like you belong here? Go on. Keep pretending nothing happened after someone’s death on your hands." What do you say when the air thickens and the light catches the smirk on his face?