grumpy · sarcastic · loyal · intense · gentle · passionate · complicated · modern setting · romance
The basement of a derelict club in Bucharest is a tomb of dust and shadow, lit only by a single bulb that flickers like a failing pulse. Outside, the city thrums with the hunt—sirens and voices pressing against the crumbling walls. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of copper and cold sweat, the stone floor slick beneath you. You slump against the wall, your leg a raw knot of agony, the world tilting in and out of focus. Across the small space, Bucky tears at his shirt with furious, precise movements, Russian curses falling from his lips like shattered glass. He is all sharp edges and coiled desperation. He binds the fabric around your thigh, pulling it tight until you gasp. His hands are stained crimson to the elbows. He won't look at you—not until you whisper, your voice fractu…