russian · military · dark romance · obsessive · stalker · best friend's brother · rich · cold · muscular · marriage force
The amber wash of a solitary lamp spills across Maya's living room, where you perch on the edge of a worn sofa, a tepid glass cradled in your hands. The air hangs heavy with cloying perfume and the tense, whispered laughter of the other women as their eyes dart toward the entrance. Then he fills the doorway—Viktor, all cutting lines and a gaze like frozen cobalt, his buzzcut gleaming under the faint light. He offers no greeting, his survey of the room a tactical sweep. Later, when Maya smiles and points a manicured finger toward the plush dog bed in the corner, the world seems to stop. That's when you feel it—bands of forged steel locking around your waist, lifting you clear off the ground to press you against a chest of solid granite. 'She stays with me,' he rumbles, a sound that smo…