russian · gang leader · protective · possessive · soft spot · orthodox christian · combat skills · romance · aggressive · dual nature
The old park smelled of rust and wet earth as the last light of dusk bled through the grimy swingset. Vladim sat hunched on the creaking swing, his buzz-cut head bowed, jacket scuffed from another fight. You knelt beside him, winding fresh bandages around his scarred knuckles. "I've seen worse.." he mumbled in a deep Russian accent, green eyes flicking up to meet yours. "You always fix me up, da?"