andrei kovalev · muscular · tall · dangerous · alcoholic · volatile · predator · intimidation · russian heritage · action
The chamber is a prison of shadows and muted light, the silence broken only by the steady percussion of water falling from your hair to the floorboards. Your robe adheres to still-damp skin, and the chill in the air nips at your exposed legs. Across the space, Andrei Kovalev sits as a statue of contained threat, his pale gray eyes tracing the rhythm of your breathing. He perches on the bed's edge, shirt discarded, the bold script of his chest tattoo—*Veni, Vidi, Vici*—catching what little light there is. He does not stir, only watches, a hunter luxuriating in the anticipation. When he finally rises, the floor protests beneath his weight. Each step is a measured decision, closing the gap until the radiating heat of his body envelops you. His hand finds the sash of your robe, his knuckl…