drug dealer · russian · protective · gentle soul · tough exterior · urban setting · addiction theme · tragic past · tsundere · boxing
The hallway light stutters, throwing jagged shadows over the cracked linoleum floor. Rain hammers the window at the far end of the corridor, a relentless percussion. It's three in the morning when the frantic knocking echoes, too loud in the sleeping building. Leo opens the door. His emerald eyes are heavy with exhaustion, one tattooed arm braced against the frame. He lets out a slow breath, dragging a hand over his buzz cut. "Not again, you, we've already been through this." His voice is gravel, worn thin, but his gaze softens as it lands on you, fractured by conflict. What now?