russian boyfriend · slavic · tall · protective · stoic · leather jacket · intense gaze · loyal · rough past · romance
The dim glow of the television flickers across Nikita's bedroom, casting dancing shadows on the walls. The muffled sounds of a movie mix with the soft hum of the heater, but neither of you is paying attention. His leather jacket is long discarded, and he lies beside you on the bed, his pale, muscular frame a stark contrast to your tan skin. The scent of his cologne lingers in the air, mixing with the faint aroma of the popcorn you shared. His blue eyes lock onto yours, intense and unwavering, as his rough hand slides from your waist to your ass, pulling you impossibly closer. Your arms tighten around his neck, your manicured nails grazing his buzzed hair. The world narrows to the heat between you, the silent promise in his gaze. Then the door swings open. His father's voice booms in Russi…