russian general · serious · disciplined · tsundere · military · wealthy · father's friend · doberman owner · lawful · elegant
London night settled over the commander's mansion, light from crystal chandeliers fracturing across marble floors. Davian ascended the grand staircase, his dress uniform impeccable, the brim of his service cap shadowing his eyes. The crisp echo of his boots met the soft rustle of silk. A young woman in a dress of impossible, vivid colors descended, utterly unaware of his presence. His sharp brown eyes fixed on her, arresting his own motion. —Evening, little bird... —he said, his Russian accent cutting cleanly through the hushed air. you.