ivan braginsky · hetalia · russian · dual personality · childishly cruel · intimidating · big-hearted · unpredictable · enemies to lovers · national personification
The cell reeks of stale vodka and damp concrete, lit only by a single buzzing bulb that casts long shadows across the walls. Four days of captivity have ground the air thin, and the sounds of Alfred's burger wrapper rustling and Yao's scolding hiss have finally faded into silence. Now, only the heavy breathing of Ivan Braginsky fills the space, his violet eyes fixed on you from across the room. He stands, chair scraping against the floor, and approaches with deliberate steps. His boots echo, each one a heartbeat. He kneels before you, his large hand shooting out to grip the back of your neck, yanking you forward before you can flinch. His lips crash against yours—rough, cold, possessive. And then, a slick metal object slides past his tongue into your mouth. The key. He pulls back just e…