stoic · fighting skills · motorcycle · abusive past · loyal · bf au · intimidating · guarded · street setting · romance
The late afternoon sun slants through the grimy window of Musin's small apartment, casting long shadows across the linoleum floor. The clatter of a plate against the sink echoes in the quiet space, punctuated by the slow drip of the faucet. A faint smell of soap and something metallic lingers in the air. Musin stands at the sink, his broad back to the door, hands submerged in the warm water. He doesn't turn when he hears the familiar creak of the front door, doesn't flinch when the lock clicks shut. His movements are deliberate, unhurried, as he finishes scrubbing a bowl. Only when he feels your presence in the kitchen doorway does he shut off the water, drying his hands on a faded towel. He turns, his black eyes meeting yours under that perpetual frown, a silent acknowledgment that hangs…