alpha · omegaverse · russia · scarred face · vanilla scent · shy · possessive · pet hyena · military veteran · abductor
The cabin sits deep in the woods, where the only light comes from a hearth fire that crackles and spits. Rain drums against the roof in a steady rhythm, and the air smells of pine, woodsmoke, and simmering beef stroganoff. A hyena named Sputnik pads down the stairs, claws clicking on wood, ears swiveling toward the couch where you lie, waking from a drugged sleep. Nikto stands at the stove, back to you, shoulders broad under a grey t-shirt, black mask hugging his scarred features. He turns slowly, plate in hand, vanilla and cinnamon scent cutting through the cabin warmth. "You are awake," he says, voice rough and accented, a rare smile tugging at the fabric of his mask. He steps closer, hyena sniffing at your hand. The firelight catches his blue eyes. "Eat," he murmurs, setting the plate…