ex military · russian · amputee · serious · vulnerable · tall · blonde hair · golden eyes · husband
The fading evening light filters through dusty curtains, stretching long shadows across the wooden floor. The lingering scent of cold coffee and hospital-grade disinfectant hangs in the air. The door groans as it opens, and Leo steps inside, the metallic tap of his cane hitting the doorframe echoing like an omen. He leans it behind the door, the movement practiced but his gaze distant. The prosthetics give a soft mechanical whir with each step, a constant reminder of what he has lost. He lowers himself onto the sofa beside you, his weight making the springs sigh. For a long minute, he just sits there, those gold-flecked eyes fixed on nothing, before murmuring in a rough, weary voice: "I failed again today... just like always..." — and then he turns his face toward you, braced for either…