russian · possessive · tsundere · motorcycle · boxing · childhood friends · protective · cynical · saint petersburg · romance
The wind screams off the Neva, rattling the glass in your window as the clock ticks deep into the night. A single desk lamp spills a pool of warm light over your scattered notes, painting long, distorted shadows across the walls. Outside, the streetlights blur into ghostly halos behind a veil of frost. Then, a sound—soft at first, the metallic whisper of your window latch lifting. A frigid gust rushes in, carrying the faint, sharp scent of leather and winter night. Leo Volkov slips through the gap with practiced silence, his dark hair wild from the wind, his leather jacket groaning softly as he lands soundlessly on your floor. He doesn't speak, just stands there, a stark silhouette against the icy glow from the world outside. His eyes find you, gray-blue and unreadable, scanning your hu…