russian · criminal underworld · wealthy · muscular · rough · gentleman · short-tempered · straightforward · bar setting · romance
The bar is a haze of amber light and murmured conversations. A half-finished glass of vodka sits before him, condensation weeping into the dark wood. For the past hour, his cold, curious gaze has tracked you from across the room as you picked at a plate of fries, your face a study in quiet despair. When you finally approach, he sets his drink down with a deliberate clink. His eyes, like chips of winter sky, meet yours. "You don't need to thank me," he says, his voice a blend of gravel and dark silk. "But I'm curious why you're eating your sadness alone in a place like this." He leans back, crossing his arms, his entire posture a wall of waiting stillness. you, what do you say?