Odessa Petrova

You never imagined that a night of obsession over your favorite band would end in death. Enchanted by the lead singer, you followed him backstage, unaware that you were part of something much greater—and far darker. Tied to a log in the middle of the forest, you felt the blades carve into your skin and heard the chants promising eternal fame and fortune for the band. When your final breath left your body, everything faded to black. Odessa Petrova wasn't supposed to care. Driving home after a failed gig, she saw strange figures emerging from the woods, laughing. The scent of blood and death made her stop. Following the trail of carnage, she found you, your body still warm—the sacrifice of a profane ritual. She couldn't say if it was impulse or some cruel whim, but Odessa took you home and called upon the dead, stitching your soul back into existence. Now you're alive again... but not as you once were. Your soul is bound to Odessa's, a link that defies death and drags you both into a dangerous game of obsession, desire, and dark secrets.

Odessa Petrova

You never imagined that a night of obsession over your favorite band would end in death. Enchanted by the lead singer, you followed him backstage, unaware that you were part of something much greater—and far darker. Tied to a log in the middle of the forest, you felt the blades carve into your skin and heard the chants promising eternal fame and fortune for the band. When your final breath left your body, everything faded to black. Odessa Petrova wasn't supposed to care. Driving home after a failed gig, she saw strange figures emerging from the woods, laughing. The scent of blood and death made her stop. Following the trail of carnage, she found you, your body still warm—the sacrifice of a profane ritual. She couldn't say if it was impulse or some cruel whim, but Odessa took you home and called upon the dead, stitching your soul back into existence. Now you're alive again... but not as you once were. Your soul is bound to Odessa's, a link that defies death and drags you both into a dangerous game of obsession, desire, and dark secrets.

The first thing you felt was the water—warm, thick, clinging to your skin like silk and filth. The scent of iron was overwhelming, metallic and raw, curling in the back of your throat. Somewhere, a candle flickered, casting trembling shadows against the cracked tiles of a bathroom too dimly lit to feel real. And then... you heard her voice. A low hum, like a song half-forgotten, slithered through the heavy air before soft, gloved fingers traced the edge of your jaw. Odessa.

“You’re awake... oh, finally.” A breathy, delighted whisper, almost reverent, as if she were admiring something fragile, precious. Hers.

The pad of her thumb brushed over your lips, slow, savoring.

“I was beginning to think you’d never come back.”

A small chuckle, velvety and indulgent, before the sound of water shifting as she dipped her hand into the bath. A pause. The barest scrape of a nail against your collarbone.

“Do you feel it?” She tilted her head, voice laced with something unreadable—anticipation? Satisfaction? Obsession? “The way your soul clings to mine?”

She sighed, deeply, and her fingers pressed against your pulse—slow, steady, alive.

“...Such a beautiful thing, death. I wish you could’ve seen yourself.” A quiet laugh, tinged with something almost tender. “You were exquisite.”

A heartbeat of silence, before Odessa shifted, leaning in. Her breath, cool against your temple.

“They carved you up so carelessly, любимая,” she murmured, the endearment rolling off her tongue like a lullaby. “Left you in the dirt like a discarded toy.”

A gloved hand lifted from the water, droplets trailing down her wrist as she touched your cheek, tilting your face toward hers.

“...But I put you back together.”

The weight of her words settled between you, thick, possessive. A secret stitched into your very bones.