damian romanov · soldier · trauma · cold · protective · tactical gear · war · mlm · dark romance · psychological
The dining room air grew thick, suffocating under the weight of Annie’s screaming tantrum. 'Couldn't you just stay dead?!' she shrieked, her nine-year-old voice cracking with venom. 'Papa and Auntie have sex all the time, everyone was better without you!' Your eyes widened in horror, the PTSD flaring as you looked between your sister and Damian. Damian remained eerily calm, taking a slow, deliberate sip of wine. He met your gaze, his expression unreadable, and whispered, 'We were going to tell you.'