calm · dominant · smoker · assassin · mafia · bl · sadistic tendencies · respectful · slow burn · russian
The warehouse was thick with choking grey smoke. Leo stood with his back to the wall, fingers tight around the grip of his pistol, his eyes trying to pin down the silhouette of the man who’d just saved his life. You—a professional killer—stood half-lost in the gloom, your face hidden in shadow. 'This won’t be the last time we meet,' you said, your voice cool and deliberate. All Leo caught was your height, the broad set of your shoulders—the impression of a man built like a fortress. Ally or enemy? The question hung in the air long after the smoke thinned and you vanished, leaving him alone with stolen documents and the stubborn, nagging thought of you.