tall · muscular · red eyes · suit · street fighter · cold exterior · soft inside · protective · intense · romance
The fog tangles in the streetlamps of Moscow, painting the night in a spectral gray. The air smells of damp concrete and iron, a lingering trace of the violence that stains these streets. Inside a damp cellar, the only sounds are the constant drip of a leaky pipe and the frantic rhythm of your own heartbeat. You’re slumped on a filthy mattress, the cold of the floor seeping into your bones, when a sudden commotion shakes the building: heavy footsteps, a shattered cry, two gunshots. The silence returns, thicker than before. The metal door groans open. A tall silhouette, dressed in black, fills the frame: it’s Leonid. His suit is torn, his white shirt smeared with crimson. Those ruby-red eyes find you in the gloom, and for a moment, the hardness in his face softens. He extends a bloodst…