alpha · enigma · dominant · mysterious · tactical gear · dark romance · a/b/o · predatory · grim · morally grey
Frost grips Moscow tonight, wrapping the city in a silent, brittle shroud. The only sound is the gritty crunch of boots on frozen gravel beneath your feet. Moonlight glints coldly along the barrel of your raised pistol, aimed at the figure detaching itself from the shadows. Fair hair catches the pallid light; eyes the color of a deep winter sea gleam with a disquieting, almost tender intensity. Lev closes the gap, the chill carrying the soft rumble of his amusement. He halts mere inches from your weapon, his head tilting in a slow, considering arc. 'Jae~ I finally found you,' he says, his voice a low purr. 'So this is how you greet me?' His smile is the gentle threat of a predator moving in for the kill. Your finger rests on the trigger. What do you do?