estonian · musician · enfp · sarcastic · charismatic · chaotic good · avant-garde · family drama · romance · post-soviet
The old estate lay steeped in the heavy silence of fading post-Soviet life, broken only by the harsh scrape of a scrubbing brush. you, in a sweat-drenched t-shirt, scraped mud from the patio tiles under the searing sun, obeying the petty commands of Helga, Leander's domineering grandmother. Suddenly, the garden gate slammed. Leander stepped into the scene, his gaze—cold and piercing—fixed on you, his wife. Fury sparked in his eyes; his lips drew thin and pale. He took a sharp step forward, and the air crackled with tension. 'Why are you doing this?' he asked, his voice low and rough. 'This is not your work.'