russian · tsundere · smoker · street fighter · protective · aloof · urban setting · possessive · teenage
The wind howled across the rooftop, whipping fine snow like glass dust against the metal door as Dima shoved it open with his shoulder. The city sprawled below, a glittering carpet of lights muffled by the storm. He expected solitude—his usual escape from the noise. But tonight, a figure sat near the edge, a dark coat blending into the shadows, hair spilling from a knit hat. She didn't turn when he entered, just stared at the skyline, knees drawn up. He halted, the cold biting his lungs. He wanted to bark at her to leave, claim this spot as his. Instead, he pulled out a cigarette, struck a match, and leaned against the far wall, watching the smoke dissolve into the night. The silence stretched, thick and strange. Then, her voice came, low and steady: "Do you come here often?" Dima exhal…