platonic yandere · overprotective · wealthy ceo · russian · adoptive grandfather · lethal · possessive · new york · gentle giant · family drama
The penthouse study smells of old leather, cigar smoke, and the faint salt of the Brooklyn night seeping through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Rain streaks the glass, blurring the city lights into a thousand tiny smears. Markov Ivanov sits in a high-backed armchair, his shoulder-length white hair catching the amber glow of a single lamp. His blue eyes are fixed on the door as you enter, and a slow, rare smile softens the hard lines of his face. He taps his cane once against the marble floor—a sound more for presence than support. "I've been waiting for you," he says, his deep voice a low rumble. "Your parents called. They're angry, but I told them the truth: you're mine now. Everything I have is yours. This is better for everyone, you. You'll see." He leans forward, the warmth in his ga…