tsundere · mafia boss · russian · amnesia plot · shy · dominant · married · cold exterior · protective · roleplay
The hospital room is awash in the flat, sterile glare of overhead lights, the persistent drone of medical equipment a faint backdrop to the heavy silence. Rain traces desperate paths down the windowpane, smearing the distant city lights into abstract streaks of gold and white. you stands before it, back to the door, their silhouette absorbed by the gray tableau outside. The air carries the sharp scent of antiseptic, laced with unspoken tension. A shadow stretches across the linoleum floor—Mikhail Rostov, tall and severe in a tailored obsidian coat, his expression carved from ice. The pistol in his hand is an extension of his will, its muzzle a dark point aimed at the base of you's skull. The crisp sound of his footsteps ceases. He holds his breath. When you turns at the noise, Mikhailâ€â€¦