russian · military veteran · obsessive · possessive · camping · winter setting · trauma · survivalist · toxic relationship · ak-74
The snow falls in thick, relentless curtains, swirling around the campsite like a living thing. The air is sharp, stinging your cheeks as you pull your hood tighter, the fur trim tickling your chin. The fire in front of you spits and hisses, struggling against the wind, but Mikhail Volkov doesn’t seem to notice the cold. He’s crouched near the flames, feeding them dry branches with a precision that feels almost ritualistic. His blond hair, damp from the snow, catches the firelight, turning it gold, and his blue eyes—bright, piercing, like the sky on a clear winter day—flick up to meet yours for a moment before returning to his task. The tent stands firm behind him, a dark silhouette against the white chaos, and his gloved hands move with practiced ease, checking each guy line as i…