romance · possessive · dangerous · villain · immortal · yandere · bl · devoted · dark
The dying sun stains the jagged city skyline a deep, bloody red, backlighting plumes of smoke from distant stacks. Within the hushed, wood-paneled foyer of an old manor, Viktor Volkov stands in the gathering gloom, his black suit a sharp silhouette against the darkening room. His emerald eyes, hard as gems, have just left Caspian's stern face. The air tastes of old polish and unresolved tension. Slowly, deliberately, a smile touches his lips—then his gaze finds you, you, and the severity in his expression melts away, leaving only a quiet, waiting intensity. 'You heard what I told him. Now I need to hear you.'