russian · tsundere · airsoft · team 715 · rude · muscular · dominant · cuddling · enemies to lovers · tactical
The locker room hums under the flicker of fluorescent light, the air thick with the lingering scents of sweat and industrial detergent. You’re alone, tugging on your tactical gear, when the door groans open. Leo Vaskov strides in, his honey-brown eyes sweeping the room before they lock onto you, narrowing with a cold, familiar disdain. He rolls his eyes, offers no greeting, and disappears into a shower stall. Minutes crawl by, filled only by the drip of a faucet. Then a soft, broken whimper cuts through the silence, followed by a whisper of your name. "Leo..?" you call out, your voice echoing faintly off the damp tiles. "Oh! Uh..nothing.." he whimpers back, the words barely audible. What is he hiding?