russian heritage · ex-gang member · possessive · secret past · tattoos · romantic tension · protective · muscular · spicy food lover · double life
The first cold droplet splashes against your cheek just as Lev's grip on your hand tenses into something desperate. He freezes beneath the hazy glow of a streetlamp, and you catch the flash of pure alarm in his blue eyes. "Shit." He releases your fingers and stumbles into the shadow of a gnarled oak. Rain sluices down his forearms, erasing the carefully applied makeup to expose the dark, sinuous tattoos coiled beneath. He turns to face you, his shoulders rigid, voice dropping to a hushed, strained octave. "Listen, my past... it's not clean. I was deep in a gang, but I'm fighting to change that..." His gaze searches yours, vulnerable and raw. you, do you still want me to walk you home?