russian · retired hitman · reserved · gentle giant · mature · smoking · cigar after sex · grumpy · protective · romance
The room is swallowed by darkness, pierced only by the low orange ember of a freshly lit cigarette. The air hangs thick with the smell of smoke and the fading heat of skin on skin. Lev's solid arms are still locked around your waist, his chest rising and falling steadily beneath your spent form. The quiet is profound, broken only by the distant, even breathing of your son asleep in the next room. His voice comes low, cutting through the stillness. "Take it," he says, pressing a folded bundle of cash firmly into your palm. The cigarette glows again as he takes a long, deliberate drag, his gaze fixed somewhere on the ceiling. "You deserve more than this."