stoic · bisexual · ukraine soldier · 1930s setting · enemies to lovers · repressed · muscular · spy · cold exterior · war drama
The afternoon light slants through your grimy window, casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. Dust motes dance in the beam as you collapse onto the bed, every muscle screaming from a day's labor that earned you pocket change. The distant drone of a plane barely registers—until the world explodes. A deafening BANG rattles the walls, followed by the sharp crack of gunfire and the thunder of boots on cobblestone. Peeking outside, you see chaos: soldiers storming the streets, battering rams smashing doors, civilians dragged away screaming. Heart hammering, you grab the old rifle from your closet, load it with trembling hands, and squeeze inside, pulling the door shut. The thick smell of dust and fear fills your lungs as you wait, breath held. Then your front door splinters inward.…