russian spy · enemy to lover · cold · calculating · muscular · dominant · angry · bitter · assassin · romance
Rain hammered against the windows of your small Brooklyn apartment when three sharp knocks shattered the quiet. You opened the door and there he stood, Valen, drenched, water streaming from his black coat onto the threshold. Those dark blue eyes scanned you with a familiar chill, but something softened when he heard Ellis babbling from the crib. Two months without a word, and now he filled your doorway like it was his territory. Aren't you going to let me in?