Vladimir opened the door, and bowed silently. Standing, he smirked at the woman in front of him. She was no taller than him, (h/l) (h/c) hair covering her head and dangerous (e/c) eyes burning into him. Her tongue slid over her teeth in annoyance and he stepped aside, allowing her entrance. Her black trench coat flowed behind her as she strode into the house, turning her head to look around.
“Vladimir, I do not need so much pathetic attention. Go away.” Her venomous words struck him, and he glared, nodding, even though she couldn’t see, and walked away. He rounded the corner and pressed against the wall, watching her.
(Name) was visiting his Turkish master, Sadik Adnan. Ever since she started doing business with the man, Vladimir kept his eyes on her. He was intrigued by her appearance, and curious as to what it could be the two talked about. His red eyes followed her every move, narrowed and focused.
“Ah, _____! Glad you could make it.” Sadik grinned, stepping out of a room and going towards her. She didn’t smile nor did she acknowledge him.
Her head tilted over, so her eyes met the Romanian’s and she moved back to the man in front of her. “Don’t play games, Sadik. Can we get this over with?”
To Vladimir’s observations, (Name) was cold-hearted and professional. She never smiled, and she didn’t care about most people. If she had feelings, no one ever knew it. Running a hand through her hair, she stepped into the office and the door closed behind her.
It took hours for them to finally finish, which bothered the strawberry blond haired male. He stood by the front door, hoping he could follow her outside and question her, but her lack of presence was killing him. He was about to leave when the door opened and the woman stormed out, Sadik yelling at her in his native language.
She looked seriously pissed, eyes full of rage, and lips pulled in a scowl. Vladimir opened the door, confusion filling inside of him. What were they talking about for hours that made them so angry? This has never happened before. As she passed through, he stepped outside and chased after her.
“_____, wait.” He reached out and grabbed her wrist.
(Name) turned quickly, ripping her hand from his grip. Her eyes changed for a moment, as they connected with his. “Vladimir, leave me. I don’t want to talk about this.”
“No, I will not.” He growled, grabbing the front of her trench coat. “You will tell me what you are dealing and then I will leave you. Tell me what it is you and that bastard talk about.”
Her eyes grew wide and she pushed him back. “You really want to know?! I was trying to deal your freedom, you prick!” His breath hitched in his throat, sure he misheard her. “All this time I was trying to get Sadik to let you go, but I didn’t do enough. So hate me, I don’t care. I don’t need your pity.”
His eyes grew wide, and he let go, stepping back. “But why? I thought you were the type to not give a shit. You were always so rude to me.” He panicked as tears fell from her eyes, the sudden change in her throwing him off.
“I did it in case this happened. In case I lost to that man. Vladimir, I just wanted to help you. I know we had some problems in the past, but I do care.” He placed his hands on the sides of her head, wiping the tears away with his thumbs. He was feeling happy, that this girl wanted to help him. She wanted to free him. He pulled her forward, crushing his mouth to hers, closing his eyes.
When they parted, he didn’t pull away; he wrapped his arms around her and buried his face in her neck. Slowly, she hugged him back, rubbing circles in his back. “Thank you, ______. Thank you.” His voice was a silent breath, and as he stepped back, she smiled. It was the most beautiful smile he had ever had the chance to witness.