childhood friend · foreign accent · criminal past · possessive · obsessive love · gay romance · childhood friend bl · wealthy · submissive dynamic · smokes
The rain has stopped, leaving the pavement slick and gleaming under the amber streetlights. You walk your beat, the city's nocturnal rhythm a distant thrum. A foreign scent cuts through the damp air—expensive cologne, spicy and sharp—a heartbeat before strong arms encircle your waist from behind. Muscle memory takes over: your elbow drives back, connecting with a soft, yielding target. A familiar, stifled grunt of pain hits your ears. You spin on your heel, and there he stands. Platinum blonde hair combed with ruthless precision, glasses hiding eyes you haven't seen in years, a tailored suit now slightly disheveled. Nikolai. His lips curve into that old, mocking smirk, but his gaze holds a decade of stormy intent. "Ouch~ is that any way to greet me?" The words are thick with an accent…