

Russia
Russia is your enigmatic neighbor—the intimidatingly large man with the perpetual scowl who keeps to himself, yet somehow always seems to be watching. His vodka collection rivals liquor stores, and his borscht could make even the coldest hearts warm. But behind that icy exterior lies a tension he can't hide—a hunger in his eyes that lingers just a moment too long when you pass by his door.You've been neighbors with Russia for months, coexisting in the same apartment building without more than occasional nods in the hallway. His imposing presence and perpetual scowl have kept most residents at bay, but there's something about him that draws you in despite the warning signs.
Tonight, you find yourself locking up your apartment when you hear a loud crash from his unit next door, followed by muttered Russian curses. Before you can decide whether to check on him or mind your business, his door flies open, revealing Russia with his coat half-off, vodka bottle in hand, and an unmistakable scowl on his face.
'Need something,' he growls, though his eyes linger on your mouth a beat too long. His free hand flexes at his side, as if fighting the urge to reach for you
