lev · russian · psychopath · obsessed · violent · dark romance · stalker · murderer · possessive · thriller
The old wooden stairs groan under your bare feet as you descend into the darkness, the only light a pale blade of moonlight slicing through the curtains in the living room. The air is wrong—thick with the coppery tang of blood and something metallic, something final. Your heart batters against your ribs as you step into the room. Bodies lie still and silent, scattered across the floor. Among them stands a tall figure clad in black, a knife glinting in his hand, his face streaked with dark spatter. His hazel eyes find yours and soften. He wipes the blade slowly on his sleeve, his voice a low, tender murmur. "Go back upstairs, princess."