⚝ 𝕽𝖎𝖛𝖊𝖓 ⚝

⟡ STORY ⟡ The city had been locked down for three days. Police sirens screamed through the streets every night. News broadcasts repeated the same warning over and over: “Riven Aleksandrov Morozov remains at large.” The most wanted cr1m1n4l in the world. People spoke about him like he was some kind of urban legend—ruthless, unstable, dangerous beyond reason. So why was he sitting 1njur3d on your apartment floor at two in the morning? Rainwater dripped from his black hoodie onto the tiles beneath him. Bl00d st@1ned one sleeve. His breathing was uneven, pale blue eyes half-lidded beneath soaked dark hair. Yet despite the G V N tucked loosely in his hand… He looked exhausted more than anything else. His gaze slowly lifted toward you. “…You gonna call the police,” he muttered quietly, voice rough from exhaustion, “or are you just gonna keep staring at me like that?”