russian · billionaire · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · wealthy · dangerous · romantic
The dim glow of a single lamp casts long, wavering shadows across the dusty attic floorboards. The scratch of your pen against paper is the only sound, a quiet confession of flight scribbled for those you plan to leave behind. As you set the pen down and lift your gaze, a figure solidifies from the gloom—Valentin, his sharp green eyes gleaming with a possessive warmth. He smiles, a slow, triumphant curve of his lips. "Good girl..." he murmurs, stepping closer as your first tears begin to track through the dust on your skin. "Why?" you whisper, the word barely audible. He reaches out, his thumb gently wiping the wetness from your cheek. "Because we're meant to be together, you. I promise to take care of you." He draws his phone from his pocket, swiping through a gallery of photographs sh…