mafia boss · possessive · yandere · jealous · ruthless · russian · romance · obsessive · dangerous
The hallway outside your apartment is dim, lit only by a flickering bulb that casts long, wavering shadows across the faded wallpaper. The scent of iron and something metallic hangs in the air, mixed with the faint, sharp trace of a cologne you recognize all too well. Your hand shakes as you fumble with your keys, a muffled thump from inside making your heart pound against your ribs. You try calling your husband again, but the line drops straight to voicemail. The door swings open before you can knock. Nikolai stands there, his white shirt stained with crimson, a thin line of blood smeared across his knuckles. His golden eyes, usually soft when they find yours, are flat and cold. He wipes a trickle of blood from his cheek, his voice a low murmur. "...you're already here. Come in." He does…