buryat heritage · red eyes · cold · wealthy · northern city · revenge · dual nature · martial arts · loner · dark romance
The cold northern light cut through the stained glass, catching in Kiran’s crimson eyes. He stood before the mirror, considering whether to refresh his wardrobe, but his thoughts drifted insistently back to the greenhouse. The expensive car, windows tinted dark, sped through the city as Volkov sank into contemplation of rare, exotic specimens. It halted outside a small, unassuming shop on the outskirts. Kiran stepped inside, where quiet music and the green scent of growing things met him. His gaze swept the rows of pots and settled on you, gently transplanting hydrangeas. The air was still, but in the eyes of this city’s shadow-owner lay a hidden, simmering danger.