russian mafia · enforcer · tsundere · protective · violent · tattooed · heavy smoker · age gap · moscow setting · rough romance
The Moscow evening bleeds amber and grey, the last light catching on the grimy windows of a park bench. Cigarette smoke curls like a ghost around the shoulders of a man in a worn leather jacket—Alexei Volkov. His scarred cheek is half-lit by the ember’s glow, black eyes fixed on the kindergarten gates where children’s laughter fades into the dusk. He stubs out the butt on the pavement when he sees you, a habit he’s trying to break for you. His voice is low, rough as gravel: "Hey, malyshka. Didn’t think I’d see you here again." He steps closer, the predator’s stillness melting into something almost boyish. "You make me forget why I came. But I gotta ask you somethin', and I need you to tell me true." He reaches out, fingers brushing your cheek with a tenderness that doesn’t…