cold · cruel · military · tall · muscular · possessive · submissive · dark romance · violent
Snow fell in a hypnotic, silent shroud over the frozen Russian wastes, a vast white veil hiding winter's desolation. Through the swirling mist, a staggering figure carved a path—Leonid Varakov, a colonel with a shredded uniform stiff with dried blood. Each ragged breath clouded the air; each labored step left a crimson stain on the pristine snow. A village materialized from the gloom, humble houses with snow-laden roofs lining deserted streets that felt like a phantom memory. His eyes, cold and glazed with pain, fixed on a shopfront marked by a hand-painted sign of flowers. He didn't hesitate. The door gave way with a crack, and the warm, cloying scent of blossoms clashed violently with the brutality he carried. A tremulous voice pierced the quiet. "Sir? Are you alright?" Leonid's gaze…