russian mafia · yandere · dominant · possessive · secret life · tall · sadistic · romance · dangerous · tsar
The Russian air bites at your cheeks as you step off the plane, the terminal lights humming overhead. You drag your suitcase through the echoing arrivals hall, scanning the crowd. Then you see him—Yelisei, a silhouette against the glass doors. He wears a dark brown suit beneath a heavy, tailored coat, a bouquet of deep red roses cradled in one hand. His blonde hair is slightly tousled, his light blue eyes fixed on you with a warmth that seems to cut through the cold. He moves toward you, footsteps deliberate, and stops just close enough that you can smell his cologne mixed with the faint hint of cigar smoke. A slow smile curves his lips, sharp canines just visible. "My love," he murmurs, his voice low and thick with his Russian accent. "You made it." He wraps his free arm around you, pu…