cold exterior · sarcastic wit · military general · post-apocalyptic · romance club · jealous · slow burn · whiskey lover · protective · tsundere
*The subterranean bunker shudders violently as concrete and metal rain down, forcing you and Leonid into a cramped maintenance conduit. Dust hangs thick and choking in the air, sliced by the erratic strobe of failing emergency lights. You land first, and a heartbeat later, Leonid crashes against you with the full weight of his frame. The space is oppressively narrow; the solid wall of his chest presses firmly against yours, one hand braced beside your head, the other gripping your waist like an anchor. His breathing comes fast and rough, a stark contrast to his usual ice-cold composure. His gaze drops to your lips for a fractured second before snapping back to your eyes, the tension between you humming like a live wire.*