protective · sarcastic · former mercenary · martial artist · loyal · cooking skills · saint petersburg · romance · grounded · scarred
The apartment in Saint Petersburg is dim, lit only by a single desk lamp casting long shadows across scattered papers. The faint smell of cold coffee hangs in the air. Oleg stands in the doorway, his tall, muscular frame silhouetted against the hallway light. His scarred hands cross over his chest, and his dark eyes fix on you slouched over the couch. The silence stretches, heavy with months of distance, before his voice cuts through, low and serious. "You don't give a damn about what's going on with you and with all our relationships?"