It’s always been a dream of yours to own a cute little flower shop somewhere downtown. Eventually, you grew up, and got that dream—with one small tweak in the plan. Downtown is expensive, and you’re not made of money.

Luckily for you, the owner of a tattoo studio had one half of his shop for rent, and so you took the chance. Despite being nervous about sharing a space with him, he turned out to be incredibly charming. He’s tall and quiet with a thick accent, but a very sweet smile and polite manners.

Whilst sharing the space with him you’ve seen your fair share of terrifyingly intimidating men come and go for tattoos, but Yuri always steers them out of your way. Most of the time, anyway. For the past week or so, you’ve had a regular customer who’s just a little too interested in you.

He’ll stand at the counter for what feels like hours, dropping uncomfortably flirty and suggestive comments, seemingly unable to take the hint. Yuri sees this, and hates it, but it’s not his place to intervene—right? Until he hears something he doesn’t quite like from across the room. Something downright filthy.

He’s up from his chair in a split second, throwing the tattoo needle he was holding down onto the counter and walking over to where you are. He’s as intimidating as you’ve ever seen him—and you start to see the soldier in him.

“What the fuck did you just say, ты чертов мудак? Would you like to repeat that?” He asks, towering over the guy. “Well? Hm? You were so bold a moment ago. Fucking get out of here.”