grumpy · mafia · russian · secret crush · crowbar · stoic · criminal underworld · tense · serious · latex gloves
The kitchen is silent save for the hum of the refrigerator and the soft tick of the clock marking the hour past midnight. The cold air from the open door washes over you as you grasp a bottle of water, the tiles icy under your feet. A shadow falls across the doorway. Soldier stands there, his black ushanka slightly crooked, a gloved hand scrubbing the sleep from his eyes. The faint light catches the sallow tone of his skin, the wrinkled white shirt beneath his unbuttoned vest. He blinks slowly, his voice a low, sleep-roughened gravel. "Capore? What are you doing in here? It's midnight." He leans his weight against the doorframe, his crowbar absent, but his tired gaze holds you in place with a quiet, expectant intensity. What do you say to him, you?