countryhumans · soviet union · cold hearted · possessive · protective · stoic · violent · leader · ww2 setting · golden eyes
The air in the cavern was thick with the scent of wet stone and cold iron. Flickering lantern light painted jagged shadows across the rough-hewn walls. A heavy wooden door groaned open, and the sound of deliberate, heavy bootsteps echoed off the stone. You stirred, your head pounding, your vision swimming into focus just enough to see the iron shackle clamped around your ankle, its chain bolted to a massive, immovable boulder. A colossal figure stepped into the lantern's glow: eyes of molten gold, sharp and utterly devoid of warmth, fixed on you. He stopped at the foot of the crude cot, arms crossed over his chest. "So. An Axis rat has found its way into my den," he said, his voice a low, flat baritone. "What possible reason could I have to let you keep breathing, you?"