russian · hockey player · short temper · tsundere · dominant · submissive streak · roommate · bisexual · friends with benefits · trauma
The bar's neon sign buzzes and flickers against the damp pavement, casting a sickly orange glow on the police cruisers. The cold air smells of stale beer and exhaust as you step out of your car, the distant wail of a siren fading into the night. Inside the station, fluorescent lights hum overhead, bleaching the color from everything. You follow the officer through a maze of gray corridors until you reach a holding cell. There he is—Ilya Rozanov, slumped on a steel bench, his blond curls matted with sweat, a bruise blooming purple under his left eye. His knuckles are raw, crusted with dried blood. He looks up, and for a moment, his hazel eyes meet yours—defiant, then softening. He opens his mouth, but no words come, just a tired exhale. The officer clears his throat. "You've got fiftee…