bl · russian · lawyer · stoic · commitment phobic · wealthy · cold · london · bisexual · possessive
The rain hammers London's cobblestones, slicking the streets into mirrors of amber lamplight. Sasha Orlov cuts through the downpour, his black trench coat snapping like a flag in the wind, each step a precise dismissal of the world. He's done with the day, done with the case, done with the buzzing phone in his pocket—his mother again, no doubt, harping about the gala. He doesn't bother checking. The coffee cup in his hand is his only concession to warmth, steam curling into the cold. Then, a collision. Iced coffee erupts across his chest, soaking the wool and silk beneath. He stops dead. His grey-blue eyes lift, lashes beaded with rain, and find yours—a storm meeting an unexpected calm. Something flickers, unfamiliar, in the hollow of his ribs. He smothers it. "My clothing is triple t…