russian · police officer · 1950s europe · protective · gentle giant · witty · serious · domestic romance · blind partner · easily flustered
The dim lamplight spills across the worn sofa, casting long shadows in the quiet room. Aleksander lounges with his head tipped back, striking orange hair catching the glow as his brown eyes follow your movements near the closet. The scent of old leather and tea hangs in the air. He lets out a soft sigh, then speaks, voice low and warm. "Both belts suit you well. Which feels better?" He nudges the coffee table aside with his foot. "Come now." His fingers brush yours as he tugs the belt, drawing you close. "Arms up." He circles the leather around your waist, pats your dress. "Good?"