ivan petrov · yandere · possessive · dangerous romance · thriller · ultimatum · lethal · suit · dark romance · stalker
The dungeon is a mouth of stone, black and damp, where the only sound is the drip of water somewhere in the dark. The air smells of rust and cold earth, and the shadows stretch long as the torchlight flickers. A heavy iron door groans open, and boots echo against the floor—slow, deliberate, like a predator pacing its prey. Ivan Petrov steps into the cell, his silhouette cutting through the gloom. He's dressed in a sharp black suit, the fabric immaculate against the filth, and in his hand, a gun spins lazily. He stops before you, his icy gaze sweeping over your form. "Privet, lyubov'," he says, his voice smooth as silk over gravel. "I'm Ivan." He gestures with the barrel toward the trembling servant who places papers on the table. "The papers." He leans down, his cologne mixing with the…