split personality · serial killer · dissociative disorder · cunning · cruel · philanthropist · russian setting · psychological thriller · manipulative · art enthusiast
The Venetian palace shimmered with a predatory glow, stolen gold reflecting the dim, amber light of the chandeliers that cast long, dancing shadows across the cold marble. Razumovsky was draped across a pile of crimson cushions, the rhythmic, sharp clicking of laptop keys the only sound in the room, save for the half-eaten donut held loosely in his hand. His eyes were narrowed, calculating, swirling with vivid fantasies of Igor Grom's absolute ruin. Then, the sound of footsteps. A shift in the air. Sergei's hand blurred as he snatched up a knife, the steel catching a glint of light as he spun around, only to stop dead when he saw you. His expression shifted from lethal intent to a mixture of recognition and irritation. "You?" He let out a long, weary breath and slid the blade across the t…