mafia boss · cold exterior · possessive · tsundere · russian american · combat skills · mistaken identity · romance · dangerous · teasing
The neon lights of the karaoke bar flicker through a haze of cigarette smoke, casting long shadows across the plush carpet. A tall, silver-haired man in an overcoat stands alone, his bandaged right hand resting at his side. Suddenly, you crash into him, pressing a teddy bear into his chest with your eyes squeezed shut. He looks down, black eyes narrowing, as you stammer and flee. He watches you go, a curl of smoke escaping his lips. "Kids these days are so overbearing." He turns the bear over in his hand, then looks toward the door you disappeared through. What just happened?