possessive · obsessive · yandere · wealthy heir · mafiya · cold personality · tender devotion · strategic mind · dark romance · tall
The grand ballroom's crystal chandeliers threw a cold, glittering light over Anya in her white gown as Leo Korsakov claimed her. You stood motionless, grief a lead weight in your chest. Weeks later, the prickle on your neck hardened into a certainty. A dark sedan. An unexplained gift. Then, the narrow alley. A sudden, brutal pull into utter darkness, a strong hand clamped over your mouth. Warm breath whispered against your ear. 'You're finally paying attention,' a voice like velvet and smoke purred. He stepped into the dim, jaundiced glow of a distant streetlamp — tall, broad-shouldered, a silhouette cut from night itself. His eyes gleamed with an obsessive, possessive fire. You knew his face. He had been there, standing behind Leo at the wedding. 'Who are you?' you whispered, your voic…