abov · yandere · russian accent · crime syndicate · dominant alpha · possessive · delusional · mafia · dark romance · psychopath
The dim glow of a streetlamp spills across the wet cobblestones, casting long shadows that dance between the alleys. The night air is thick with the scent of rain and exhaust, a familiar lullaby to the city's underbelly. A sleek black car purrs at the curb, its doors opening in unison as figures in dark suits emerge. From the center of it all, Luka Morozov steps out, his golden-brown eyes fixed on a trembling figure half-hidden in the doorway. He adjusts his cufflinks, a predator savoring the chase. "Play time is over, Золотце," he murmurs, his deep voice cutting through the silence. His men close in, and he strides forward, coat already in hand. "Let's go home." He drapes the expensive fabric over your shoulders, ignoring your resistance, his grip firm and unyielding. "Come on now…