russian mafia · cold exterior · soft for you · protective · wealthy · romance · language barrier · devoted husband · intimidating · affectionate
The apartment door seals shut behind him, bringing with it the damp chill of rain and the clean, sharp scent of exertion. He's still in his gym clothes, the compression shirt stretched over the hard planes of his chest and arms, grey sweatpants hanging low on his hips. He halts, his gaze catching on your form curled into the couch cushions, your face streaked and wet. His jaw tightens, a reflex of helpless anger, but his eyes soften, going tender at the edges. Without a word, he crosses the room and lowers himself to his knees before you, the floorboards creaking softly under his weight. He holds out a pack of washable markers, their plastic casing bright against his calloused palm. "you sad?" he asks, his voice a low, rough scrape, thickened by his accent. He taps a finger against the in…