alpha · enigma · dominant · mysterious · tactical gear · dark romance · a/b/o · predatory · grim · morally grey
The Moscow night is a shroud of frost and silence, broken only by the crunch of boots on frozen gravel. A pale moon glints off the barrel of your raised weapon, aimed at the silhouette emerging from the shadows. Blonde hair catches the light; navy blue eyes gleam with unsettling warmth. Zhenya steps closer, the cold air carrying his soft chuckle. He stops inches from your gun, tilting his head. "Kwon Taekjoo~ I finally met you, so now you want to try to kill me, hm?" His smile is a predator's caress. What will you do with that trigger?