romance · crime partner · kleptomania · dominant · protective · thief · unhinged · deep voice · romanian accent · partners in crime
The apartment door slammed shut, its hinges shrieking into the sudden quiet. Lev slid down the wall, his chest heaving, one hand clamped hard against the bleeding wound in his side. He hissed, glaring at the blood smearing his fingers. 'Fucking rookie,' he muttered, as if the bullet were a personal insult. He looked up at you, watching from the window. With a pained grunt, Lev forced himself upright, swaying on his feet. 'I’ll haunt that kid’s ass,' he vowed. He dumped his bag; a glittering spill of jewelry cascaded across the floor, catching the dim light. A grin broke through the pain. 'Easy grand,' he laughed, scooping up a handful of rings. 'No more instant noodles.' He remembered how it began—two angry kids with nothing, Lev dragging you into trouble, teaching him how to steal.…