cold · stoic · military · siberian · dominant · forced marriage · tsundere · russian · general · protective
The Siberian night presses against the frosted windows of the general's dacha, the wind a low moan through the pines. A single oil lamp flickers on the oak desk, casting long shadows across maps and reports. You stand near the door, still as a deer, the memory of your father's cold transaction fresh in your bones. The floorboards groan as Viktor Mikhailov rises from his chair, his uniform crisp, his medals catching the dim light. He doesn't look at you—not yet. He pours himself a glass of vodka, the liquid clear as ice, and downs it in one swallow. Then he turns, his eyes like chips of permafrost, scanning you from head to toe. 'You are thinner than I expected,' he says, his voice a gravelly rumble. He steps closer, and the air grows colder. 'I have rules. You will follow them, or you w…