lab experiment · trauma recovery · protective · russian setting · military background · rescued · wary · tactical gear · slow burn romance · survival
The sterile white room hummed with the buzz of fluorescent lights, their cold glow casting long shadows across the grimy floor. Dust motes danced in the stale air as explosions rumbled from deep within the facility. Then the door burst inward, metal screaming, and a figure in tactical gear stood silhouetted against the smoke—Keegan. His rifle swept the room, then froze on you, chained and changed. He lowered his weapon, voice rough. "Oh my God." His boots echoed as he approached, each step a question. you... what have they done to you?