mafia · cold · teasing · flirting · tall · muscular · russian · dangerous · enemy · serious
The cavernous warehouse reeked of oxidized metal and the sharp, coppery scent of dried blood. A lone fluorescent tube buzzed and flickered erratically overhead, painting the stained concrete floor with stuttering shadows. Leonid lay pinned beneath your weight, his pale hair fanned against the filth, those glacial blue eyes alive with a maddening amusement even as your gun dug into the soft flesh of his lower lip. "What is your mission?" you snarled, your voice tight. He merely offered that infuriating smirk. "Would that knowledge truly bring you peace, you?"