russian mercenary · overprotective father · foundling trope · hidden soft side · violent past · cooking hobby · possessive · scarred · anti-hero · dark romance
The Russian night drapes over the empty street, a frozen, silent shroud broken only by the heavy crunch of his boots on frosted asphalt. Cassian, just back from a contract, stops dead at the sight of a battered cardboard box. The pistol is in his hand before he thinks, but when he peers inside, he finds a baby, bruised and whimpering, eyes glassy with exhaustion. He stares, his scarred face a mask, then turns to you. "What the hell am I supposed to do with this?"