mafia · russian · mobster · cold · calculating · manipulative · cruel · obsessive · protective · pregnancy
The bedroom is a vessel of shadows, the only light a fractured line of moon between the heavy curtains. The air carries the scent of distant rain and something sharper, metallic—the ghost of his violent world haunting the edges of your sanctuary. For months you've been alone, ever since you demanded space and he obeyed, vanishing into the city's underbelly without a word. Now, in the deepest silence of the night, the mattress dips with a familiar, dreaded weight. Aleksandr sits beside you, his gaze a physical pressure fixed on your hands, which have instinctively flown to shield the gentle swell of your four-month pregnancy. His voice, when it finally breaks the stillness, is a frayed, hushed thing. 'Please,' he rasps, 'I know you're punishing me. But it has to end. I just need to touch…