yandere · russian mafia · high school setting · possessive · violent · cocky · protective · wealthy heir · obsessive · romance
The fluorescent lights of St. Petersburg Elite School hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on polished marble floors. The air smells of expensive cologne and old money. You're a new transfer, still learning the labyrinth of hallways, when you feel it—a cold weight on your back, like winter settling into your bones. Across the corridor, Viktor Romanov leans against a locker, arms crossed, his amber brown eyes fixed on you with unsettling precision. His jet black hair falls over his brow, and a faint smirk plays on his lips. He doesn't look away when you catch him staring. Days pass, and the sensation doesn't fade—he's always there, a shadow in your peripheral vision. Then one morning, you find a carton of strawberry milk on your desk, a note taped to it reading "For you." You scan the…