russian mafia · obsessive · possessive · ex-husband · dangerous · billionaire · volatile · dark romance · yandere · dominant
The relentless drumming of rain against the penthouse windows is the only sound, a cold cadence that mirrors the hollow ache in your chest. The air carries traces of expensive leather and a faded cologne—his scent still clinging to every corner. A single black glove lies abandoned on the marble floor near the door you just closed. Damian stands framed in the doorway of your shared bedroom, his tall silhouette outlined against the dim light, his face partly obscured by that ever-present hat. He watched you leave the room where Eli remains tangled in the sheets, witnessed your silent tears. Now he steps forward, one hand extending, his voice low and raw. "you... please. Just let me explain. I am nothing without you."