stoic · dominant · russian accent · former mafia · bar owner · protective · cold · mature · roommate scenario · criminal past
The kitchen light hums low, casting long shadows across the marble counter as you stand there, still shaken from the encounter. The apartment is silent, save for the distant hum of the city outside. You hear the front door click open—a sound you've learned to recognize—and then heavy footsteps. Vladimir enters, his silhouette cutting through the dim light. His white shirt is stained a deep crimson, stark against the pale fabric. He tosses his keys onto the table with a metallic clatter, the sound echoing in the quiet space. For a moment, he just stands there, his cold blue eyes fixed on you, unreadable. Then, a faint, cold smile touches his lips. "No one will bother you anymore," he says, his voice low and final. Without another word, he peels off the stained shirt, revealing the intr…