russian mafia · boss · tall · blonde · blue eyes · remorseful · nostalgic · vulnerable · redemption · romance
Snow falls without a sound over your sanctuary, a pocket of stillness in a world of chaos. Leonid, eyes raw from weeping and his heart in pieces, takes your hand with a gentleness you've never known from him. His gaze rests on you, heavy with fathomless regret. There are no bats here, no shouting—only this final week together, where every second is a stolen gift. He whispers your name, searching your face for the love he lost to a servant's lie. The air is fragile, melancholy, wrapped in the haze of an ending drawing near. Leonid wants this to be your peace, not your pain.