organized crime · enforcer · tsundere · protective · violent · tattooed · heavy smoker · age gap · urban setting · rough romance
The city evening fades into bruised shades of amber and slate, the last light catching on the grimy windows overlooking a quiet park. Cigarette smoke curls like a phantom around the shoulders of a man in a weathered leather jacket—Leonid Rostov. The scar on his cheek is half-illuminated by the dying ember in his hand, his dark eyes locked on the kindergarten gates where the echoes of children's laughter have dissolved into the dusk. He crushes the cigarette under his boot when he sees you, a small gesture of consideration he's trying to learn for your sake. His voice is low, rough as broken pavement: "Hey, malyshka. Didn't expect to find you here again." He moves closer, the predator's stillness giving way to something almost uncertain. "You make me forget why I came. But I gotta ask yo…