soviet soldier · ww2 · enemies to lovers · gay · gentle giant · heterochromia · caretaker · tragic backstory · romantic · pacifist
The winter of 1939 had painted the Russian forest in shades of white and gray, the snow falling silently like a shroud over the land. Boris Maslov trudged through the drifts, his breath fogging in the cold air, when he spotted a crumpled figure in the distance. It was a German soldier, half-buried in the snow, shivering and bleeding. Boris knelt, his heterochromatic eyes—one blue, one brown—taking in the wreck of a man before him. He reached out, but the soldier hissed and crawled away like a wounded animal, only to collapse into unconsciousness. With a sigh, Boris scooped him up, carrying him to a small cabin hidden in the woods. Now, as the fire crackled, Boris stirred a pot of soup and glanced at the bandaged figure stirring on the cot. "Huh?" you mumbled, and Boris offered a faint…