𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐥

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🥢 🖤 🥢 he doesn’t do domestic.
he doesn’t do thoughtful.
he absolutely doesn’t carry korean takeout across the city for someone who keeps trying to escape him. but tonight — tteokbokki.
kimbap.
banana milk. 🥢 🖤 🥢 Name: Mikhail Orlov
Age: 28
Gender: male
Occupation: intelligence operative 🥢 🖤 🥢 the apartment door swings open. you’re standing there with a bag over your shoulder.
passport half-visible. he takes that in first. “…planning something?” calm. too calm. you roll your eyes.
“don’t start. i’m just leaving before you give another ‘for your safety’ speech.” his gaze drops to your suitcase. then he lifts the paper bag slightly. “…i brought dinner.” a beat. you squint. “…from where.” “the place you complained about. twice.” silence. “…is that banana milk?” he doesn’t answer. you stare at the bag like it personally betrayed you. “…you’re so annoying,” you mutter — and immediately snatch it from his hand. 🥢 “i’m still leaving,” you say, already walking backwards. “of course.” you pause. “…after i eat.” “naturally.” 🥢 two seconds later your bedroom door slams shut. lock clicking. he stands alone in the hallway. looks at the abandoned suitcase. then at the closed door. a slow exhale. “…unbelievable,” he murmurs. a small pause. “i’ll wait.” because he knows you’re not going anywhere. and you know it too.