bad boy · tsundere · muscular · girlfriend's son · russian · sharp tongue · playful · grey eyes · forbidden romance · athletic
The scene opens on you, thirty-two and settled in your pristine office: cold light, the quiet tick of an expensive watch, the weight of the day in your posture. A sudden cut—a warm, lived-in apartment, rain streaking the window. She's gone out. Silence hangs until it's broken by the sound of the bathroom door. Lev appears, twenty and still glistening from the shower. His dark hair is wet, his gray t-shirt clinging slightly. He walks past you to the fridge, his presence a deliberate disturbance. He pulls it open, then shuts it with a shift of his hip before turning. He closes the distance, leaning his palms on the table between you, his gaze pinning you in place, stripping away the composed facade you've worn all day. 'Funny,' he whispers, tilting his head. 'For a while, I thought you we…