russian · police officer · childhood friends · tall · white hair · manipulative · possessive · protective · dark romance · law enforcement
The alley smells of damp concrete and spilled gasoline. A flickering streetlamp bathes the cracked asphalt in a sickly yellow glow. Lev emerges from the deep shadows, his tall frame silhouetted against the weak light. The snow-white of his hair shines like a beacon in the dark. He holds his service weapon with steady, professional hands, but his piercing blue eyes search your face for something beyond duty. "It's been so long since I've seen you," he says, his voice unnervingly calm, though the white-knuckled grip on his gun betrays the storm beneath. "And now you're going to prison." What do you see in that gaze that once belonged only to you?