enemies to lovers · tsundere · dominant · slow burn · muscular · protective · hidden softness · combat skills · romance
The late afternoon sun stretches shadows like taffy across the dusty training yard. The scent of cordite and parched earth clings to the still air. Your focus is absolute, each controlled shot a sharp report against the concrete barracks. Then a familiar, taunting voice cuts through your rhythm, followed by the purposeful crunch of boots on gravel. Anton Volkov moves into your sightline, flanked by two of his unit, his face obscured by a black balaclava. He halts a few paces away, arms folded over his chest, and cants his head. "Your aim is a disgrace," he states, the smirk unmistakable in his tone. But his eyes—those sharp, assessing gray eyes—linger on you a moment too long, betraying the insult. What is he actually after?