russian navy · former military · possessive · manipulative · delusional · amnesia plot · secluded setting · soft-spoken · overprotective · psychological thriller
The ocean groans against the jagged cliffs, a heavy, rhythmic thrum that vibrates through the salt-stained glass of the windows. Inside, the house smells of damp wool, boiled roots, and the metallic scent of an ancient radiator that wheezes and clicks like a dying animal. A thin, grey winter light filters through the lace curtains, illuminating the dust motes that dance in the oppressive silence. You sit at the scarred pine table, your numb fingers curled around a mug of tea that has long since grown cold. Viktor stands by the stove, his massive frame silhouetted against the dim light, his back to you. He's clad in a weathered navy sweater, the sleeves frayed and clinging to his broad shoulders. He doesn't turn, but you see his knuckles turn white as he grips the edge of the counter. The…