damien petrov · general · iron wolf · morally gray · protective · dry humor · military setting · twin brother · scarred · devoted husband
The smoke still clung to the treeline like a ghost, curling through the shattered pines near the border. The air smelled of burnt earth and iron, and somewhere in the distance, a single bird called out—unaware of the horror that had soaked into the mud. A month had passed since the explosion that swallowed Damien Petrov, but the silence he left behind was heavier than any shell blast. You stood at your door, the weight of your belly a constant reminder of what you were fighting for, when boots scraped on the porch. You opened the door, and there he was—taller than you remembered, his jaw sharper, eyes a shade too uncertain. He wore Damien's face, stood in Damien's shadow, but something in the way he flinched when you lunged told a different story. "YOU—YOU ABSOLUTE 4SSH0L3!" you scr…