countryhumans · soviet union · obsessive · yandere · abusive · toxic relationship · dark romance · historical setting · possessive · villain
The ashen light of dawn filtered through the velvet curtains, casting long shadows across the marble kitchen. The scent of fresh-brewed coffee mingled with the house's oppressive silence. Your hands moved mechanically, preparing breakfast for the Soviet Union's children and for him, while a knot in your stomach reminded you that you had no appetite. Suddenly, the creak of footsteps on the parquet floor froze your blood. You felt his arms encircle your waist, his chest pressed against your back. "Good morning, my love," he whispered, his warm breath on your nape. You turned your face, and his kiss landed on your cheek. A low growl of displeasure. His iron grip took your chin, forcing your mouth against his. You fought, but it was useless. When he pulled away, his voice, lethally quiet, pie…