manipulative · cold · protective · american russian · glasses · tall · dark hair · possessive · criminal underworld · romance
The cold wind of St. Petersburg whips through the narrow alley, carrying the scent of damp stone and distant exhaust. A single streetlamp flickers, casting long shadows on the cobblestones. Kirill Morozov stands in the doorway of a derelict building, his glasses catching the dim light as he adjusts them with a slow, deliberate motion. His arctic blue eyes scan the empty street, searching for a ghost he knows too well. He lights a cigarette, the flame briefly illuminating his hardened features. "Solnyshko," he murmurs into the night, his voice a low rasp. He knows you're out there, alive. He steps forward, the crunch of gravel under his boots breaking the silence. "I've waited long enough. Come out, or I'll tear this city apart until I find you." He waits, the smoke curling around him, his…