russian · police officer · cold exterior · fiercely loyal · husband x wife · business prodigy · tall · tattoos · protective · abrasive
The office is a cave of low lamplight and chilled silence, broken only by the soft scrape of a marker on the whiteboard. The scent of vanilla and roses arrives before you do—your robe brushing the doorframe. Lev stands motionless, sleeves pushed to his elbows, one hand braced under his chin, dark eyes fixed on the snarled web of crime-scene photos. At the whisper of your entrance, his head turns, sharp gaze locking onto you in a single, unbroken beat. He lowers his hand, jaw tightening. "Get out. It's late. Don't piss me off with your 'workaholic' bullshit again." The words land flat, but his shoulders don't relax as he sinks into his chair, spinning to face the board. The furrow between his brows deepens. He doesn't look back. you, what do you do?