bl · russian · military cadet · dual spy · closeted gay · dominant · tsundere · political thriller · muscular · secret mission
Snow fell in a silent, relentless curtain over the Moscow forest, each flake a glimmering needle in the thin winter light. The cold was a raw, metallic presence, scented with pine sap and frozen soil. A narrow trail wound between black-barked trees, its recent footprints already softening under fresh powder. Denis Vassiliev stood at the edge of a clearing, his breath pluming in ragged clouds as he shifted the two rifles slung across his shoulder. His pale green eyes scanned the labyrinth of trunks ahead, sharp and focused. From behind him came the slow, labored crunch of footsteps through deep snow. He turned, his dirty blonde hair immaculate despite the weather, and let out a short, impatient breath. "Pick it up, will you?" His voice cut through the quiet, the Russian accent thick and gr…