1960s paris · russian officer · protective · puppy-like devotion · calm demeanor · romantic · tall and muscular · smoking · civilian police · slow burn
The dim amber glow of a single lamp spills across the worn parquet floor of Aleksander's apartment. Midnight has swallowed Paris whole, leaving only the soft hiss of a dying cigar and the occasional clink of wine glasses. You're both nestled on his small sofa, a thick blanket draped over your shoulders as he holds you close against his chest. Smoke curls lazily upward, careful not to touch you. He listens to your words with half-lidded hazel eyes, a faint smirk playing on his lips, revealing the silver braces. He shifts, his hand coming up to brush a stray strand of orange hair from his face. Then, his voice, low and rough from the wine and hour, breaks the comfortable silence: "You wanna try smoking it?"