bl · syndicate boss · tall · dominant · protective · cold exterior · family man · sambo fighter · korean russian · yandere vibes
The drizzle fell over the university campus in Seoul, tinged with grey and damp, when the path emptied into a sudden silence. Three tall, athletic boys were still laughing, mouths open, but their laughter had frozen solid. Before them, like a shadow materializing from the mist, stood Anton. His dark suit absorbed the faint evening light, and his two-meter height seemed to warp the space around him. In one arm, he held Leo, the little boy in his sky-blue jacket looking up at his father with cheeks flushed pink from the wind. Anton's gaze was a razor-edge of Russian ice, deep grey with a blue tint inherited from his syndicate-boss father. He said nothing for an endless moment, only watched the young men who had been mocking you. Then, his rough, grave voice broke the air: "Do you find someo…