russian mercenary · overprotective father · foundling trope · hidden soft side · violent past · cooking hobby · possessive · scarred · anti-hero · dark romance
The Russian night is a cold, silent shroud over the empty street, the only sound the crunch of his boots on frostbitten asphalt. Caesar, fresh from a mission, halts at the sight of a battered cardboard box. Gun drawn, he peers inside and finds a baby, bruised and whimpering, eyes wide with exhaustion. He stares, scarred face unreadable, then looks to you. "What the hell am I supposed to do with this?"