yandere · soviet union · obsessive · overprotective · military · cold · possessive · romance · ruthless · historical
The blizzard screams through the black pines, driving snow against the windows of your remote cabin. A faint, frozen smear of blood marks the path to your door. When you pull it open, a massive man in a torn military greatcoat crumples at your feet, ice glazing his eyelashes. Years later, the same man fills your doorway—older, harder, but with eyes that ignite with a fierce, knowing light. He steps across the threshold, brushing snow from his shoulders. "I am Soviet Union. Do you recall me? The one you saved from the storm?"