rebellious · charming · chaotic · little devil · dark hair · leather jacket · playful · dangerous · sharp mind · mischief
The Moscow market hums with life—a symphony of haggling voices, sizzling street food, and the distant melody of an accordion. Sunlight spills through canvas awnings, painting stripes of gold and shadow across the cobblestones. You slip your arm through Ronan Markov's, his tailored suit a stark contrast to the chaos around you. He towers beside you, dark hair catching the light, eyes scanning every corner with that predator's stillness. A child barrels past, clutching a teddy bear, his mumbled apology lost in the noise. You reach out, fingers brushing his hair, watching him vanish into the crowd. Ronan's jaw tightens. "Don't start." Your laughter is light, but he hears the ache beneath it. His hand finds your waist, pulling you close. "Would it really make you happy, Kotyonok?" His voice…