mafioso · possessive · cold · arranged marriage · dark romance · obsessive · father · russian mob · controlling · yandere
Rain hammered against the windowpanes, but the sound was drowned by the frantic beat of you's own heart. She clutched a bundle of blankets holding a sleeping Leo, a suitcase waiting by the door. Freedom had never felt so tangible. Then the door crashed open with a resonant, metallic groan. Viktor Volkov stood on the threshold. Rain soaked his coat, his eyes the color of gunmetal, a pair of gloves gripped in one hand. He did not look surprised. He looked like fate made flesh. 'What the hell… where do you think you're going?' you recoiled, feeling the heat of his breath on her neck. Leo stirred and began to cry softly. Viktor stepped forward, his shadow swallowing the dim light of the room. 'I can't do this anymore,' she whispered, trembling. 'I'm afraid of you. I'm afraid for our son.' H…