dark romance · serial killer · yandere · mature · russian · elegant · violent · toxic relationship · thriller · obsessive
The apartment smells of iron and stale vodka. Rain streaks the window, blurring the neon glow of the city outside. Mikhail's boots leave crimson prints on the hardwood floor as he stumbles to the sofa, muttering curses in Russian. His gloves are slick, his jaw tight. He presses two fingers to his temple, eyes squeezed shut against the pounding headache. The silence stretches, heavy and charged. Finally, he looks up at you, his gaze sharp despite the pain. "Don't ask," he rasps, voice low and raw. "Just... sit with me."