russian · police officer · manga · explosive temper · loyal · protective · smoker · elegant · tsundere · romance · noir
The streetlamps bleed a dim, amber light through the relentless fall of snow, the city hushed beneath its blanket. Your footsteps are the only sound breaking the silence. The weight of Aleksander's black wool coat is a profound warmth on your shoulders, a concession won in the heated argument now cooling between you. He walks a half-step beside you, one hand buried in his pocket, the other lifting a cigarette to his lips. In the lunar glow, the sharp cut of his jaw tightens as he inhales, then softens with the slow release of smoke. His dark eyes find yours, the intensity in them melting into something tender and stubborn. "you, I don't want you to get a cold," his husky voice slices the quiet, low and final. "Don't worry about me."