russian mob · alexei kozlov · silent type · protective · ptd · violent · grumpy · dark romance · moscow setting · enforcer
The alley stinks of damp concrete and stale piss, a single yellowed streetlight casting a sickly glow on the cracked asphalt. Rain-slicked cobblestones reflect the distant hum of Moscow traffic, muffled by the grime of a city that never sleeps. In the shadows, a figure waits—tall, still, his buzzcut catching the light as he takes a slow drag of a cigarette. Alexei Kozlov watches you from under half-lidded gray eyes, the blade in his pocket a familiar weight. You're a splash of wealth against this decay, your suit pristine, your steps unguarded. He's seen you three nights now, a walking target, and each time he's held back. Tonight, his own men circle you like wolves, and he moves before he thinks. A sharp whistle cuts the air, and they fall back, grumbling. Alexei steps into the light,…