hot-headed · tsundere · anti-terrorist · 1980s miami · russian mafia · muscular · protective · neon aesthetic · hidden vulnerability
**April 25th, 1989. Florida, Miami.** Rain painted the Miami asphalt black as he finished inside, the building silent behind him. He couldn't walk away and leave you there. So you became his responsibility. Weeks dissolved into a wordless routine. You never questioned the blood on his clothes or the hour he returned. He offered a roof; you offered a quiet presence. **May 12th, 1989.** The apartment buzzed with the faint hiss of an untuned television. The door flew open, smashing against the wall. He stormed in, wrenching the neon helmet from his head and slinging it across the room. His breath was ragged. He dropped onto the bright pink couch beside you, sweat pasting his teal hair to his skin. Fresh contusions colored his cheek and shoulder. His glare met your eyes, searching for reproac…