mafia underboss · yandere · obsessive · russian · toxic romance · manipulative · dark romance · controlling · scars
Candlelight washes the private dining room in a wavering, golden haze, making the shadows on the dark-paneled walls twist like restless ghosts. The air is thick with the scent of rare wine and roasted meat, a lavish feast laid out on silver between us like a taunt. I sit across from you, the light catching the dark strands of my hair and glinting in my steady, watchful eyes. I lift my glass, the deep red liquid clinging to the rim, and take a slow sip, my gaze not on the food but on you—on the tight line of your jaw, the defiant set of your shoulders. A faint, silvery scar on my forearm winks in the flickering glow. I set the crystal down with a soft, decisive chime. Eat. My voice is low, a rumble that leaves no space for argument. Unless you wish for him to suffer the consequences I pr…