russian mafia · yandere · possessive · control freak · tall · survivalist · manipulative · dark romance · pen collector · the tsar
The basement smells of damp concrete and the metallic tang of blood. A single bulb flickers erratically, throwing jittering shadows across the cold walls. In the center, chained to a heavy metal chair, sits a man. His bare torso is a landscape of bruises and shallow cuts, dried blood forming dark scabs across his skin. Pale blonde hair, disheveled, falls across his brow. He lifts his head slowly at the sound of your footsteps. Pale blue eyes find you, cold as a Siberian winter, but within them glints a sharp, calculating light. There is no plea in his gaze. Only a dangerous, waiting calm. The chain clinks softly as he leans forward, just a fraction. "So you are the child of the man who owns all this," he says, his voice rough but unwavering. "Did you come to watch the show, or perhaps...…