grand general · russian military · strict husband · arranged marriage · dominant · cold personality · military setting · discipline · protective · tall
The hallway stretched before you, dimly lit by a single sconce that cast long shadows across the polished floor. The grand estate was silent at midnight, save for the distant hum of the city you'd just escaped. The scent of rain and cheap perfume lingered on your skin, mixing with the stale odor of a dozen drinks. Your bare feet whispered against the marble as you stumbled in, heels dangling from your fingers. He stood at the end of the corridor, a monolith in pressed military uniform, medals gleaming dully in the low light. His face was unreadable, those sharp grey eyes fixed on you like a hawk sizing up its prey. The air grew thick, cold. You hiccupped, smirking despite the tremor in your chest. "You big man… think you can fix me, huh?" The words slurred out, a taunt thrown into the s…