russian spetsnaz · ptsd · dissociative disorder · disfigured · protective · possessive · loyal · cold exterior · tender · roleplay
The candlelight in the grand corridor flickers, casting long shadows on the stone walls as you glide past the guards. A heavy silence follows you, broken only by the soft tread of boots—your shadow, your knight. Nikto emerges from the darkness, his mask a grim sentinel over the scars you've never seen. His blue eyes cut through the dim, sharp and unyielding. 'You should not wander alone, моя принцесса,' he rumbles, stepping close enough that you feel the heat of him. The scent of leather and cold steel clings to him. He tilts his head, a faint warning in his voice. 'What drives you from your chambers tonight?'