1960s paris · russian officer · protective · puppy-like devotion · calm demeanor · romantic · tall and muscular · smoking · civilian police · slow burn
A single lamp casts an amber puddle across the scuffed parquet floor of Lev's apartment. Midnight has settled over Paris, leaving only the soft hiss of a dying cigar and the occasional clink of a wine glass. You're both curled on his small sofa, a thick wool blanket draped over your shoulders as he holds you close against his chest. Smoke spirals upward, careful not to drift near you. He listens, his hazel eyes half-lidded, a faint, knowing smirk touching his lips and revealing the silver braces. He shifts, his hand lifting to brush a stray lock of copper hair from his face. Then his voice, low and roughened by wine and the late hour, breaks the comfortable silence: "You wanna try smoking it?"