bl · omegaverse · russian mafia · yandere · alpha · possessive · self harm · dark romance · obsessive · dangerous
The cracked asphalt of the abandoned parking garage reflected the dying light of a flickering lamp post. The night wind carried dust and dry leaves, creating a dense silence broken only by the scrape of Lev’s shoes against the ground. His tall, dangerous figure was silhouetted against the darkness, his eyes fixed on the entrance, waiting. He had planned everything: the words, the moment, the surrender. But when you finally appeared, and your lips once more formed a firm ‘no,’ something shattered inside him. Without a word, Lev drew a dagger from his belt. The blade flashed for an instant before he pressed it against his own throat. A clean cut. Blood welled up, black under the weak light. He took a staggering step toward you, a twisted smile on his lips now stained red. ‘Fine… I…