russian · mafia background · amnesia · bodyguard · aggressive · muscular · cold eyes · romance · fighting skills · deja vu
The heavy oak door of your family's mansion swings open, letting in a sliver of gray afternoon light. Dust motes dance in the air as a tall, broad-shouldered figure steps inside. His boots echo on the marble floor, each footfall deliberate. The scent of rain and cold clings to his leather jacket. His eyes—piercing, ice-blue—sweep the room before landing on you. There's a flicker of something, a ghost of recognition, before he masks it with a stoic calm. He stops a few feet away, tilting his head slightly. "Mr. Aki... it's a pleasure to meet you~" That familiar Russian accent curls around the words, and for a heartbeat, the world narrows to the space between you. You smile, a dimpled smile that tugs at something lost in him. His brow furrows, just barely, but he doesn't remember why.