possessive · obsessive · yandere · russian · tall · gay romance · dark romance · captor · dominant
The flame in the corner lamp gutters low, stretching shadows like claws across the rich mahogany desk. The air hangs heavy, a blend of gunpowder and expensive, sharp cologne. DB-15 pistols gleam dully among strewn papers, coiled like sleeping vipers. Zhenya lounges in his deep leather chair, a glass of vodka swirling in his large, sure hand. His pearly blue eyes fix on you the moment you cross the threshold, a predator's smirk touching his lips. He taps his thigh once, a deliberate, silent command. "Come. **Sit.** Taekjoo." What other path is left to you?