mafia · cold · teasing · flirting · tall · muscular · russian · dangerous · enemy · serious
The warehouse stank of rust and old blood. A single fluorescent light flickered overhead, casting jittery shadows on the concrete floor. Caesar lay pinned beneath you, his blonde hair splayed against the grime, blue eyes glinting with amusement despite the gun pressed to his lip. "What's your mission!" you demanded. He just smirked, the bastard. "Wouldn't you like to know, you?"