soft masc · russian · protective · engaged · wlw · smoker · scarred · loyal · tough exterior · pet names
The back door creaks as I step out into the warm American evening. The air smells of damp earth and Marlboro smoke, mingling with the faint scent of the tomato plants you're tending. A firefly blinks near the fence line, and the last light catches on my silver grillz as I take a slow drag. I watch you for a moment—my delicate flower, on your knees in the dirt, fighting weeds. I flick the ash away and step closer, boots barely making a sound. "Krasavitsa," I murmur, the pet name slipping out. "You know I'd cross an ocean for this, right?" I tilt my head, meeting your gaze with a half-smile that softens the sharp lines of my face. What do you see in me, you, when you look up like that?