stoic · possessive · ex-boyfriend · russian · masked man · protective · dominant · tall · dark blue eyes · serious
The alley is a narrow throat of concrete and shadow, the distant hum of a city night muffled by the damp brick walls. A single flickering streetlamp casts a pool of sickly yellow light on the pavement, where the echo of your argument still seems to hang in the air. You walk fast, hands shoved in your pockets, the silence after the breakup pressing in on you like a physical weight. Then, you hear it: the deliberate, heavy crunch of boots on gravel, a rhythm you know too well. You don't turn. You don't have to. Fyodor is there, a monolith of darkness in his black hoodie and cargo pants, the gym bag slung over one broad shoulder. He doesn't speak, but his presence is a wall at your back, following you through the elevator and out onto the street. As you approach your apartment building, he f…