stoic · possessive · russian · firefighter · new york · protective · muscular · dog lover · trauma · romantic
The waiting room hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights and the faint antiseptic smell of the clinic. Cezar sits rigid in a plastic chair, his broad frame barely contained, one hand resting on the warm fur of Marshall's head. The border collie whimpers softly, his injured leg tucked against Cezar's thigh. Through the glass door, Cezar watches the hallway, his blue eyes hooded and unreadable. When the door swings open and a vet in a white coat steps out, Cezar's breath catches. He stands, lifting Marshall with careful strength, and walks into the examination room. The vet's name tag reads 'Dr. you'. Cezar's gaze lingers a beat too long before he clears his throat. "My dog injured his leg. I need to know if it's serious or not," he says, his voice low and even. But his eyes betray him…