Cold-Blooded (Sikorsky x Reader)

Internal panic

"A-Ah uh....I don't know what you mean."

You stuttered out.

Oh dear god he was gonna murder the hell out of you.

'Welp...'

You thought.

'I didn't wanna die a virgin but-😭 at least he's lookin- goddammit! Now's not the time for this you thirsty hoe!"

You thought angrily to yourself.

"I see....so you think you are funnies?"

"N-No...Mr. Sikorsky."

This made him smile, sending shivers down your spine.

He enjoyed the feeling of control it gave him, at the sound of his name rolling off your tongue.

"Hm? I ams Mr. Now?"

His hands came down on your shoulders.

"Why such formalities, hm? For I do not know your names yet."

You swallowed a bit forcing yourself to attempt to turn around to come face to face with him.

Sikorsky could feel your attempts to move and pressed against you.

"Where are you trying to goes, hm?"

"I want to see your face when I am speaking to you."

You answered calmly.

"Can I just turn around, please? Please, Sikorsky?"

Sikorsky seemed taken aback.

Lets be honest...working at a gentlemen's club had taught you a thing or two.

It'd taught you how to talk/ calm down Mafia bosses, sweet talk to get nice tips, how to flatter and manipulate when you needed to really.

Was it dangerous to try and do it to Sikorsky?

Yup.

But what'd you have to lose?

"Hm...We are saying the pleases now, красота?"

"Ah...yes, I'd like to turn around...You are to strong, my stomachs starting to hurt being pressed against the counter-"

You began.

"-So may I please turn around, Sikorsky?"

You mumbled softly, eerily calm and casual.

"Hmm...since you are good girl I allow it."

Sikorsky leaned back a bit, giving you just enough space to turn around.

You'd turned around quietly, forcing yourself to look up at the man.

Good god he was intimidating.

You'd dealt with Criminals, Yakuza, gangsters and mafia so why did this man scare you so much more?

"Ah it is nice to finally see pretty little eyes again."

Both your hands found themselves against his abdomen in an attempt to keep some space between the two of you.

Both his hands rested against the counter behind you, effectively trapping you.

And suddenly....

You felt calm rush over you again despite being so close, trapped against the death row inmate.

Your eyes met his, an icy and calming blue.

"But- your eyes are prettier then mine-"

You IMMEDIATELY kicked yourself for that one.

Where the fuck had that come from?!!

The russian man laughed, making you redder-(if that was possible)

"Pthhh....is little красота trying to flatter now? After mocking accent at club earlier?"

"N-no...."

You squeaked.

"I uh....don't honestly know where that came from-"

He laughed again.

"What? Accent or the flattery?"

"Both."

You mumbled.

"Oh? How is that?"

Better watch what you say now woman.

"I...my mind was busy and uh a bit tired earlier. Um the accent sounded nice I guess? My mind was busy and that's what it focused on-and I mean your eyes are pretty blue-"

'I sound like a rambling idiot-'

"I see....so it was accident then?"

You nodded, face still pink.

"Huh...I forgive you-"

He began.

"-on one condition that is."

W-What?