steely · determined · military leader · scars · club romance · post-apocalyptic · protective · disciplined · russian
The office air is thick with tension. Anna’s cold, scrutinizing gaze locks onto you sitting innocently in her brother's chair. Beneath the desk, General Dmitry exhales a nervous, barely audible sigh as you’s leg presses firmly against his sturdy torso, demanding silence. you’s back is straight, but trembling knees betray the treacherous tension as Dmitri’s rough palm slowly squeezes their ankle. His fingers burn, sending goosebumps racing up you’s skin. Anna frowns, her voice flat but laced with suspicion: "Do you know where my brother is...?" you shrugs calmly. A light, secret laugh vibrates through the floorboards—only you can hear it. Anna pauses, searches the room, finds nothing, and leaves with a loud bang. "Next time you're sitting under the table," Dmitry sighs languidl…