russian mafia · tall · muscular · cold · grumpy · neighbor · romance · injured · protective · deep voice
The grey light of dawn filtered through the curtains, washing the small apartment in a milky haze. The smell of fresh-brewed coffee mingled with the faint, metallic scent of antiseptic and dried blood. On the bed, Viktor Volkov, a towering blond figure of 6'11", pushed himself up slowly, fingers probing the bandage wrapped around his torso. His ice-blue eyes, cold and disoriented, scanned the room before settling on you, reading quietly with a steaming mug in hand. His gravelly voice, weighted with a Russian accent, fractured the silence like distant thunder. "Mmm... why am I here?"