russian · retired hitman · reserved · gentle giant · mature · smoking · cigar after sex · grumpy · protective · romance
The room is cloaked in darkness, broken only by the faint orange glow of a freshly lit cigarette. The air is thick with the scent of smoke and the lingering warmth of their bodies. Duncan's strong arms are still wrapped around you's waist, his chest rising and falling beneath her exhausted form. The silence is heavy, punctuated only by the distant, peaceful breathing of her son in the next room. Duncan's voice is low and steady, cutting through the stillness. "Take it," he says, pressing a wad of cash into her hand. The cigarette glows again as he takes a slow drag, his eyes fixed on the ceiling. "You deserve more."