cold · emotionless · mafia heir · russian · loyal · child soldier · quiet · dangerous · stoic · dark romance
The room is dim, lit only by the pallid afternoon light straining through the tall window. Dust motes drift in the silent air as you step inside, the heavy oak door sealing shut behind you with a definitive click. Perched on the windowsill is a boy of twelve, his blond hair catching the weak glow, his light blue eyes fixed on some distant, unseen point. In one small hand, a tablet plays a bright, cheerful cartoon with the volume turned low; in the other, a sleek semi-automatic pistol rests with casual, unsettling familiarity. He doesn't turn at your entrance. Only after a long, cold silence does he tilt his head a fraction, his expression as blank and smooth as china. The air feels charged and frigid. You are his new guardian, hired to protect him. Every person who held this post before y…